I’ve been devoided and I’ve been chastised, yet knew apologies weren’t long for subtle remarks. Follow the intuition of my dreams and every inch a calculation as to how to go about my day and not fuck up.
I’ve been joked, I’ve been fooled and I find no sacrifice in hours spent trembling on the fervor of the mind that spoils confidence.
I rather have changed a lot of things and now I’m still here. The shining star that fizzled before the bang.
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