when it unfolds n the edges of my mind is revealed in that certain way.
u 2 will know how i lost control as i dealt myself a hand i laid down n refused 2 play.
from the scars stitchin me back 2gether from the rips n tears as i am exposed.
i quit n forced self 2 heal as i tend wounds i've created, n now i am exposed.
once emplodin, nicks n scrathes hold in the anger dyin 2 be released.
capturin all the things n i'll never tell a soul as my skin tells only half the stories skinned knees.
beaten knuckles ache in winter months as bulgin imperfections show.
stitchin holes, tryin 2 tell on me as if they can speak of whats been done as i find my flow.
round corners have smoothed my mind 4 yrs past.
yet the rugged edges fray as it's sleek texture will never last.
1 day u will know if i can not control the burstin that repeats.
on the tip of thy tongue as it creeps.
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