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Your crown Your power Your security Your confidence, when all else fails But what if your crown starts to disintegrate? Leaving you vulnerable, open to the mouths Of dragons and daggers Leaving you in shambles and distress Fighting a war against the mirror And feeling defeat as you surrender to the hairs Around your feet To shear? To accept? With tears in your eyes And clumps of hair in your hands You are defeated.
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Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 11:03 PM UTC
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Your crown Your power Your security Your confidence, when all else fails But what if your crown starts to disintegrate? Leaving you vulnerable, open to the mouths Of dragons and daggers Leaving you in shambles and distress Fighting a war against the mirror And feeling defeat as you surrender to the hairs Around your feet To shear? To accept? With tears in your eyes And clumps of hair in your hands You are defeated.
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Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 11:03 PM UTC
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