Handle With Care
I bare my scars for all to see
because it means at one time
I believed.
But my faith is shaking, I'm wearing thin.
My heart is breaking because of where it's been.
I'm losing hope, I'm growing weak.
I'm falling to my knees, begging "please,
Someone come save me from my inevitability."
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