My skin feels foreign.
Wish I could take it off and step into that of a stranger.
And so let my acts go unnoticed, as they would leave traces on a stranger's skin.
Wish I could take it off and step into that of a stranger.
And so let my acts go unnoticed, as they would leave traces on a stranger's skin.
As I think of her my hands shiver
Is it longing or fear?
Is it fear of her or myself?
Does it matter?
Can we hold? Can we not?
Is it longing or fear?
Is it fear of her or myself?
Does it matter?
Can we hold? Can we not?
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