Twisted Mess
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1 min readJul 5, 2019
As you claw your nails down my back, you open me up, allowing the truth to seep from my wounds; freeing me from what I’ve harbored, kept secret, hidden.
Masked for so long, the truth was manipulated as fallacious, and choreographed into a distorted, twisted mess in my mind.
© KC Holt 2019
