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At one point I'm invisible
and the next there are too many lights
I'm suffocated by too many people around
but yet I am alone
I am wounded as I am badly hurt
but no one can heal me
Scarred are my hands
but so quick are they to embrace him
There may not be demons in my head
but there are demons in my bed
It scares me to trust
but yet I feel I do it too much
What am I?
Human.
About the Creator
Angel Blade
It's almost like everything I write is a cry for help...



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