Bare?


Have you ever wondered who really cares?
Who really listens to your prayers?
When your battered, bruised, and stripped down bare.
When your broken and destroyed beyond repair.
No one, they don’t care if your broken beyond repair.
They don’t care about your despair they just stare.
Don’t despair take out pain and be proud to be bare.
When your bare you don’t need anyone to care.
This is when you begin to refigure, rewirr and repair.
Your no longer broken, battered, or bruised your bare.
Be proud because they will never compare.
Unlike them your just bare.

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