The silence of unspoken words.
I’m scared. 
I’m alone, though you’re right here. 
I’m hurting.
Blinded by a path to perfection that falls apart as you approach. 
My past.
Haunting and inviting;
Bruises are but skin deep. 
“Don’t you miss your childhood?”
Maybe you could show me how. 
I was thinking you could fix me. 
Beware for my protection will ward us.
Persistency.
Consistency. 
Fix me.
My sweet addiction will eat me alive before I take another bite. 
 
 
 
 
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