Eustace
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poems
If I came off put together, it was only by mistake
I'm a ghost inside the armor, too well-fitted to escape
So alone in this skin
I am trapped in my sin
Take me out, strip me down
Say it straight to me now
If I came off put together, that was part of my mistake
Until you are my covering I'll never be okay
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You wrote this about me?
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