What place has gentlenessIn a world like this?What place has innocence?If you find it don't tell me.Don't tell anyoneKeep it a secret.For I live in a worldThat only knows violenceAnd I suspect deep downThis violence infects me too.
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Why must I see myself this way?An infection waiting to spreadThe rope of sanity is frayed.Not a day goes by that I'm not filled with dread.It is not the surface painIt's what's underneath my skinThat I hope will be washed with acid rain.I hold myself shut with a silver safety pin.I keep parts hidden from public viewTo keep from being exposed in lightTo keep from being hurt by youI will never choose to fight.I can run fore...