Nails

Nails

Behind closed doors

Lies all the rough edges

Of one beautiful soul

Battered and bruised with experience

Making each word I say

A potential bomb 

So I doubt every word I say

Dividing each part of myself

Into the person only certain people see

When one size should fit all

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