Everybody has a secret
everyone's lost in the woods
No one gets out without deep scars
all of us are damaged goods
Scared to take the medication
scared to tell our loved one what
monsters haunt our midnight creeping
Fears that gather like a clot
One day maybe when the world's done
and the universe is still
no more turning 'round the center
no more sentience, or acts of will
The great hand will wipe the slate clean
and the truth will be revealed
the damage in our souls is beauty
jewels placed on a level field
what
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