In life I have bared my body,
I have bared my soul.
Yet hidden,
A shell,
Who I was of old.
Perhaps salvation will come too late,
Perhaps down the road, 
I'll have wanted it that way.
I cannot feel I'm pretty.
Liberation is much too far.
Out of reach,
Way too hard.
I've had my battles,
Depression and Solitude.
I hang my head,
I cannot look at you.
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