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which is messier my life or my hair

When I’m in your arms,
I forget things.

I forget about the monster
that lives inside of me.
I forget about my darkness,
my sadness,
and my emptiness,
and how it strangles me 
every time I breathe.
I forget about how broken,
how beyond repair,
I really am. 

But in your arms,
you heal me.
You make me forget
the permanent damage 
done on me.
Things that cannot be erased,
disappeared slightly 
for that moment, 
when I’m in your arms.