| Used |
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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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