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Posted: September 23, 2016 in me

I fear the darkness and the the warmth

Not like a moth to a flame

Like a moth looking upon it’s own dead molted husk

I fear you’ll break me

And leave me to be a dusty remnant of myself

That I’ll be forced to stare at

And never leave

Simply for companionship

So just leave me now

While I still remember what my skin looked like when it was pink

Because I’m too barely unbroken to be broken again

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