What Troubles You? Part 2


No matter how many times you say you're fine,
it's got to be a lie.
Just another twisted sentence,
that's yet to be defined.
The trust has been disintegrated.
Forcing yourself to grow up,
but the truth will not stay hidden.
There's just too much history.
It's far too fucking haunting.
Writing to heal yourself,
are you still strung to the hell?

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