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What could be, relationships

Running to you for answers,

screaming your name,

wanting you to touch me,

and aggravated as hell.

Yelling for mercy, just

calling out to you.

My name is mysterious

within your skin; buried under

the dermis which no one

can see the smoke from

your skin. Screaming and

yelling, I want to get out.

Searching for love,

for someone to feel.

Wondering when am I going

to burst into flames.

I need to know can

someone save me?

Wash me, wash me away

from my sins.