Who are you really?
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1 min readDec 7, 2016
My heart feels so close its warm
The butterflies in my stomach come in different colors.
Who are you to question my emotion?
To lift me to the skies when I least expect it.
No word comes out of the mouth unless it’s the truth
Even a half truth will do.
In your wickedness I see so much innocence
I see my sins, I see my imperfections
I embrace them.
For that part of my life I wish to forget, I dream
About it so vividly every night.
Maybe it’s time to let go
Of what exactly?
The pain which groomed you,
the pressure which shaped the diamond,
or the joy which will be no more.
Go find another source.
Write a new story.
Who are you to change the angle of my story?
The course of this entire publication.
