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Feast On Me (Pimple) by cuddlytiger17

My barrier’s slowly crumbling Vulnerability Like armor torn by bullet holes No longer is it a shield, One can see straight through it A mirror of what I’ve tried to conceal Hacking away, pieces continue falling A stranger is emerging Lack of self Lack of control Fear of the unknown Eating away at this thin shell Feasting on what yet remains Bite by bite, being devoured Once engulfed, it will be no longer.

cuddlytiger17 11-Oct-04/1:06 PM
I meant the "barrier" as being an emotional shield, and it being torn apart as a target is. Now that I look at it though, you're right, it doesn't make much sense how I worded it...Maybe you have some suggestions as to how I could fix it? That is if you understand what I was trying to say now? Thank you.




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