Clean Break
We step away slowly,
When its all over,
And once again we are lonely.
This is what i am when you pull away the cover,
Scared and twisted and ugly.
There is a method to your lies,
But they hurt less than your honesty,
Am no longer in disguise,
Break through me,
Or stay and love me.
poem by Peya Jakob
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