Whispers
It tingles and burns me all over
A little insect in my spine
The thought makes me cringe
Down to this very line
You may have one
You may have five
It is this very thing
That makes people feel alive
I wish they would go away
Simple disappear
They keep me awake
They give me fear
I know what you do not
I see what you neglect to see
I know why you stay awake
I hold all this inside of me
For it is the secrets that hurt
The secrets that keep us up at night
The secrets that burn my skin
The secrets that I have to fight
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