My life is a
story of never ending indecision
Glass that is cracked lacking provision
I'm under a microscope, teetering on the ropes
Trying to live up to everyones hopes
My mind is at war with the whims of two faces
I'm living a lie in a both of two places
I'm a person whose split, with her integrity found liable
I wish my heart was a source I found reliable.
Original Poem.
Glass that is cracked lacking provision
I'm under a microscope, teetering on the ropes
Trying to live up to everyones hopes
My mind is at war with the whims of two faces
I'm living a lie in a both of two places
I'm a person whose split, with her integrity found liable
I wish my heart was a source I found reliable.
Original Poem.
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