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TheMeTheyDontSee

Published: Aug 7, 2013

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Protect me from strangers,
Those that want to harm.
Protect me from liars,
Using me for their good.
Protect me from my heart,
It's so easy to break.
Protect me from the voice,
She has such anger.
Protect me from depression,
It can overwhelm.
Protect me from myself,
I'm the biggest threat.

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This poem kind of has two parts. It has my vulnerability and need to be protected, but it's also directed at a specific person who does these things for me. To me it feels both sad and happy at the same time.

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killzonekrissy

May 26, 2014

This is really profound, I love it!

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