I'm broken,
Let's be honest about it.
I mask it quite well when you're under my spell.
Peel back the layers, only a few have.
But when you don't,
I become numb... distant... and feel my wounds.
I see them when I look in the mirror,
I feel them when I touch my skin,
They pierce my soul,
A rusty nail, that's left a hole.
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