This silver ribbon that's bound to my waist is like a waste of time
That silver lining-
While things are going best I always fall short
Handed of the thing I want the most.
A sliver of light that beams through to remind me that it'll all be worth it and tragic and drastic and happy and sad face and acting to the crowd with a mask upon the ground
As myself as a perfect reflection of who I want to be a mirror shining back with a golden opportunity to transform into something else something corrupt or something
Crystallized and erupted by faith.
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