Facade 2

by Shae   Apr 27, 2020


Why is it
That every time i climb up that hill
and put myself out on that limb
To at least grasp a hand
I fall
I find myself in an abyss of darkness
Bruised, batterer, hungry
Cold, bruised
Neglected
And you know what's debilitaing
I climb that hill again everytime

Facade
Facade
#tellmeastory

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