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I am not safe from my demons

That which I've seen still haunts me

The wounds I have still bleed

The pain from that strike still fresh

My cheeks are still wet from the tears shed

What can I do about this?

I stand naked and bare before you

I try to cover myself to save my dignity

The one thing I have left

But it is no use

All hope is lost