Strip me of everything I have and I’ll still manage to hide.

Make me a dependent of everyone around me while my pride becomes dormant, but my mind still keeps tabs.

Rip my dream from my fingertips and give it to another.

Watch the tears cascade down my face, pooling into a single puddle. These tears mix with those long gone and become indistinguishable.

I’ve been here before. I can start over, so I begin again.


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