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Buried secrets , lie within me

Secrets that seal my lips with wires, and inability to speak , like we're on fire

In a sunset,  on the beach, but there's glass here

Glass that pierces my very flesh 

And stings like a bee 

Like these crystal's shedding through the darkest eyes 

I'm here in a room consistent with lies, 

Why am I the center 

Too bad it's cold and I'm held down by shackles 

Learning my own demise. 

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