Stripped.
Bare and frigged, no where to hide your baggage,
so toss them aside, let them see.
What happens when they all leave?
casted to the way side,
with only your false sense of acceptance to hide that gapping hole in your chest.
let their laughter ring, let them strip you, let them contour you.
when will you understand?
they have left you a shell, frail, brittle, and worn.
All your entities were envied, but you traded them for a gray cloak.
Redemption has never been so out of reach.
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