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i'm crunchy on the inside

all dried up and hard

yet i pour myself out for all

giving up all that i have

and i dont know how to stop



i'm crunchy on the inside

easily broken, crushed into pieces

i am continuously collecting

the little fragments of my poor soul

it rattles in the subtle breeze



i'm crunchy on the inside

still dying of thirst

im thirsty for a friend

who will lubricate the piercing sorrows

an ointment for this dark unbearable hurt



i'm crunchy on the inside

incomprehensibly parched

but when  he holds me close,

an inebriating rush quenches the soul

his love pours into the cracks

of my broken spirit