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With frigid hands and Arms brittle as glass, He moves the sea to Reach what he at last Has felt he now needs. No mast, nor flag, nor Anchor, only a Foggy sextant and
Blood falling like rainYou, trying to help, in vainScreams crying out pain
Dear Reflection, I am the lone sparrow that glides through the dead forest, I am mute but yet I still speak. A mockingbird that's tune falls on deaf ears.
Do not look upon my face Love, why doth you look with pity My chest is filled with hallow space Looking in your eyes, I feel so guilty I'm sorry that I left you behind Filled with tears of all the wrong kinds
You be provoking this angerwhen I simply wanna smile,I know you believe that the whole world is against usand there is no justice, but maybe it’s just usI don’t know what has gotten into me
I always joke about impressions and lie that I don't heed. But when camera snaps goes off, it's the fortieth picture I keep. So there goes my humility. Good-bye shame.
Opportunities aren’t abound for women like me My face has been stepped on My history utterly destroyed They haven’t fared well If one can imagine them left in my position at birthIf our lives were switched
TO BE VAIN: How hard is it to understand one’s true intentions? Faced with different interpretations, what is sky blue may be turquoise or teal.
All the years of winding and tightening the perfectionist urges, only to increase the craving for alteration. And finally comes the vain obligation to maintain 2 rows of 32 pearls.