no make-up this time, just patchy blood shot face
drained of anger filled with resentment
there never was room for picture perfect
i've danced in the breeze let the sun fill my face
where am i now?
sometimes the breeze is still and the sun is cold
breathing and a heart beat fill my very chest
a body's natural defense ,self preservation
my body is my home and walls can come tumbling down
what lay there in the rubble i couldn't tell you
but if you dare find me, let me know
 
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