Never ashamed to what the pages of words spoke of me, each stage I took on what was a new start to an everlasting part that would hold a spot to the reflection of what I thought;
Drowned from the things that dwell and took on the part of me that only sets free when the lights are dim and the audience is the reflection of me; looking through a broken lens exposing each character I pause because my chameleon like statues becomes a flaw;What did I cause? Am I too flaky for the world at all or was I born through the channels of different generations to carry on a legacy that my ancestor set aside from afar; trying to understand this flaw I see, adapting to the different ways of society;
Feeling myself surface, people are looking and they looking closely, my time is up! that's it they found out my most untraceable flaw!! and it's seeping out from the choices in the survival techniques I'm caught;
I become ashamed of what I thought outlandish me, but in reality it saved me from the people with the Voice who spoke too much and question every move like they gave a fuck
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