i was once naive
believing in the perfect idea of love
blinded by brilliance
that turned out to be
vague and unrefined
i wasted years crying into my pillow
for what will never be
a fool that makes me
real beauty lies within
the acceptance of truth
for then we can let go
we can give up a fight
that is rarely ever won
we hold ourselves back too much
holding captive ourselves as prisoner
executioner to our dearest dreams
self confidence is key
self doubt our daily treason
committed blindly and faithfully
believe
believe
believe
and be set free.
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