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With a crown made of perfect pearls of achievement Tears made of perfection’s unmet attainment Wrapped in golden robes woven with high expectations, their trophy Placed on a throne pedestal, feeling like a phony Sat inside the trophy case of high potential to collect dust To whom shall I look up to and trust, If I am held so high I can’t even see the ground? I must climb back down if I am to be found
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 10:11 AM UTC
The Golden Child
With a crown made of perfect pearls of achievement Tears made of perfection’s unmet attainment Wrapped in golden robes woven with high expectations, their trophy Placed on a throne pedestal, feeling like a phony Sat inside the trophy case of high potential to collect dust To whom shall I look up to and trust, If I am held so high I can’t even see the ground? I must climb back down if I am to be found
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 10:11 AM UTC
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