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Why of the habits I've yet to break
Comfort and overbearing affection
Cannot be undone alone
I try to rip the band aid off so that it ends quick
But the grief I have lingers
For I have many band-aids on my skin
I try to cover up on the surface artificial superficial maps
Not scabs
Of wounds and scars from the past
Drifting like a satellite spider webbed out over bent elbows

We try to protect ourselves from the world
We try to hide and pretend it isn't there. But it isn't something to be ignored.

I just wish I knew what I need to be what people need.

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I just wish I knew what I need to be what people need.

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