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Whenever I look in the dark
I see him standing there
I look around and see a spark
Then can’t see anywhere
Then I thought I heard a lark
But it was only air
Even though it’s not a shark
Beneath the surface,Beyond the wall I createdThrough the numbers of the matrix,Underneath the false perceptionAnd Misunderstood representation,Misleading calculated frustrations
How can one soul,
Be filled with so much sorrow,
Regret,
And agony?
So young,
So beautiful,
Everyone knew,
Except for,
The girl in the mirror,
And the one who controlled her conscious,
Because I dont fit into society's criteria of beautiful
love me through my curves
Because people look at my stomach first
love me through my curves
I long for that moment when those who have more to feel,
