Used
To
Sleeping
Alone
    
Don't know
That I
Could even
Stand
    
Sharing my
Bed
Accept another's
Touch
    
Kept the
Wounds
Covered for so
Long
      
Now they are
Raw
And oh so
Tender
     
Even the
Gentlest touch
Sending waves of
Pain
    
Maybe I should
Have
Taken care
Earlier
       
Peeled away a
Few
Layers of my
Armor
    
Let some
Air in
Some tonic to
Heal
    
Gotten
Back to
Living
Life
      
Gotten
Back to
Taking
Chances
    
But I sealed
Myself
Off and
Away
    
Hid from the
Light
Ran from
Life
       
Now I
Think
That it is
Too late
     
Too much
Damage has
Been
Done
      
No
Hope
For
Return

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