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Time to shred off the old skin
The storm passed
Clouds part
And there is a boy who is filled with life
He sees the future
He knows he’s got this
The mirror no longer stares at nobody
The mirror reflects a boy on a mission
The boy grabs the oars
Takes a step into the canoe
He takes off down the river with hope
All the worries
Become so many stories
Confusing at the front
Hope in the back
I lay down
And my heart is down
Adjusting to the new reality
When will I fully feel normal
For now I turn the pages
Looking for a page with words
Emptiness eats me alive
But it’s too cold to dig my grave
All that makeup
The jars the bottles the cans the vases
All the pretend prettiness
That gives you fake happiness
You take your place in society
And fake a smile
It doesn’t have to be this way
I want to know why
You left me on the dark side
Disappearing love
Searching for a place
Wondering about it all
I’m not giving up
A disappearance
A heart made out of ashes
Two blurred images
He kept adding wood
Her fire never caught flames
She became distant
A cold evening night
A cold five word line
I can’t find my love
She’s like an angle
Her wings guide you to safety
Comfort kills the pain
My screams are silent
When was this a game for you
Sadly I will fall
When given a chance
Take it and don’t look back
Repeat first two lines
