Let me in, let me touch the crevices of your mind.

Tell me, and show me, what has been spoiled and undone.

I can’t piece these broken pieces back together, it’s as futile as keeping water in my cracked hands.

Yet show me the depth of your ugly. I promise to throw the rusted anchor down deep and stay, even when running from the seashore is always going to be easier.

There is a darkness I wish to know.

And it’s not yours alone.

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