Just to say

You are the oppression,

The meaning of a succession

And the road to an ultimate depression,

 

I am the one that stood out above the rest,

The one who passed that test

The one who always does their best,

 

Love is a revolution,

And we are all on the battlefront

There is no substitution,

No backup resolution

The battle rages on

 

The blood in these veins are unnatural,

It makes me feel supernatural

But I can't be,

If I feel weaker than a tree

 

Suffering from rejection,

And all they want is perfection

A mirror and it's reflection,

Running in the wrong direction

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