The violence lives within my skin
It wraps itself around my bones
It doesn't care where else I've been
It never lets me be alone.

I keep it closer than a friend
a hand around each others throats
the only thing it comprehends
no poison for this antidote

It's a part of me, this liability
vindictive, addictive, it must be restricted
and I keep on smiling as though I'm not afflicted
Hiding has made a liar out of me.

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