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Pink— a hue that I have never used to color my walls as I have always been surrounded by quiet and echoing halls Tougher than the words that came from their mouths left me alone with nothing but countless doubts Years were spent to build the cover only for you to break it after the summer was over You looked deep into my eyes for a moment and made me feel that these scars are not permanent The universe is not in the pursuit to smother me but many times, I have seen the twisted side of reality Day by day, I saw a man inside of me however, that is not how I'm supposed to be Unfold the mysteries that I have been trying to hide from myself Show me the real me, maybe I really need this kind of help Embrace me until I form into a butterfly that I should have been before Dream with me and make me realize that pink is a beautiful color
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Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 1:04 PM UTC
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Pink— a hue that I have never used to color my walls as I have always been surrounded by quiet and echoing halls Tougher than the words that came from their mouths left me alone with nothing but countless doubts Years were spent to build the cover only for you to break it after the summer was over You looked deep into my eyes for a moment and made me feel that these scars are not permanent The universe is not in the pursuit to smother me but many times, I have seen the twisted side of reality Day by day, I saw a man inside of me however, that is not how I'm supposed to be Unfold the mysteries that I have been trying to hide from myself Show me the real me, maybe I really need this kind of help Embrace me until I form into a butterfly that I should have been before Dream with me and make me realize that pink is a beautiful color
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Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 1:04 PM UTC
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