It catches up, like a dagger in the dark
Coloured your perception
With your presumption
Skewed sense of self-esteem, splits your initial attention
A darkest alcove you seek
But none, out of the blue
To dispel that terrible embarrassment
From finding comfort of being in your skin
To hell with the poison
We are one in the universe
Those people cant handle a diverse
But beauty comes in variety
Pity, they miss out so many wonderful scenery
Cross the divide of silence
And fight your inner demons
Whenever you and reason no longer companions
Garnered full ownership of your declination
And rise above the battles of struggle
We are beautiful fighters
Thou shalt glow with polished glory of brightness
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