Past these silly insecurities

I long

To bleed quietly on the pavement

With everyone watching

And no one noticing

Twisting the knife

Is such a rude awakening

When you'd grown accustomed to the feeling

Of something unnatural growing inside

Healing

After years of so much pain

Can only be temporary because

For healing to be permanent

There must be permanence...

And faith

This is for the faithless strung out and forgotten i remember you i forgot but now i'm home again cold again back where i started the ashes are growing cold and the candle is growing dim. Welcome home welcome to my November

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