This is my therapy,
My home-grown remedy for all of the bad
The words always have a way of finding me
They pull the truth out of the haze.
I cannot escape the intensity of their gaze
This oldest friend of mine has stuck through
all of the pain, denial, self-doubt, bonds broken, insecurities and all that hides in between.
From you I can hide nothing,
This is a reflection of self.
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Author:
The_Origin (
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