The rays of the everpresent sun tends to drip on my face in the most unfortunate times
With the yellow haze that has clouded the vision of those around me
The twinkle in my eye is completely misleading
For the moonstone glimmer is anything but a window to my soul
It is merely a drop of sunlight
That keeps the world away from how I truly feel
May 13, 2024
May 13, 2024 at 9:13 AM UTC
The rays of the everpresent sun tends to drip on my face in the most unfortunate times
With the yellow haze that has clouded the vision of those around me
The twinkle in my eye is completely misleading
For the moonstone glimmer is anything but a window to my soul
It is merely a drop of sunlight
That keeps the world away from how I truly feel
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