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Run,
From my fears.
Cover,
Up my ears.

Can't,
Stand to be touched.
Never,
Even felt loved.

Hate,
To look at my reflection.
Ashamed,
Of what I see.

Don't,
Want to see your face.
Hurts,
To hear your name.

Run,
From my fears.
Cover,
Up my ears.





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