Once, when I was truly myself,
a smile lived upon my mouth.
Lingering for such brief moments in my eyes,
and on my lips. I felt a truth
living close to my heart. A near neighbor to the now.
Like a soft breeze dancing through my soul,
refreshing only for a breath,
the full and glorious hope of I was beautiful.
Oh mourn the death.
The folly of this clear facade is seen and scoffed by only me.
The secret, quiet, hopes I dream are covered by fear of
disappointing.
So hindered and held back by visions abounding with terror that all alone I'll be
unloved,
uncherished,
and unseen.
So I breathe this one sweet breath,
so beautiful,
then embrace death.
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