Remember the last I let you out
You got hurt
You were bruised
And you never really healed?
Just like every now and then
The edges of water drown you in
And as you suffer the silent consequence
Who knew but that voice that says "i told you so"
You know all that can consume you
And i hope you know what you should do
And i have to keep you safe
Away from the weathering pain
Into that little grey closet
Until you are ready for it again..
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