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Dichotomy
By: The Jubilee Year
Identity is bold, to make claims it can't hold.
She's an angel to me…but she's broken and left to plead…
And there's no hope if there's no help
And there's no help is there's no sense of self.
And there's no grace if there's no loss
And there's no loss if there's no sense of pretense…
These hands they burn, it sears like fire
waiting for the rain to poor.
Heavy thoughts deter consolation
these mornings left yearning for… [more].
Things are not what they should be…she's crying because she sees.
Today I realized…that mirrors break, reflections lie…
6:44 PM
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