acid tears melt the stone around my heart built up from years of self abuse ........neglect built up to protect the scared little boy too scared to make a phone call too scared to exist outside the odd text a few postings on the internet shrouded in the mask of the sexual predator shrouded in the mask of the drunk shrouded in the mask of the extrovert but behind the mask is the little boy that still cries himself to sleep mourns the days of youth running in the fields 16 years old by the river strumming chords and drinking beer under the striking summer heat i'm 28 and feel old feel set in my ways in a rut looking for an escape but always choosing the safe path adhearing to the skull and crossbones death mark that marks the path to freedom true happiness avoid it at all costs because it's too difficult to bother but for now i'll just find happiness in the tears i make you cry.
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