AcceptingComfort

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Even when I’m good You know the bad in me The troubles inside That I can’t see   You take care You hold on Search for me everywhere When I’m afraid to move on  
before anyone else notices or what's causing It can stop   You Know you want to be alone because it's That Time Again.   your head is sculpted from titanium,
There are some secrets you have that unfold inside of you, They cover all the cracks you shield inside from sight and light And then there are secrets that are corrosive in their very nature
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