At the back of my home,
I buried my own body on the ground,
To hide away from troubles,
To run away from regrets and mistakes.

Not until a storm strucks in,
Flood and rain starts to break in,
Eroding the soil above me,
Washing away the pebbles and stones.

There I was laying in front of you,
Revealing myself to the crowd,
Exposing my own predicament,
Skin and Bones.


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