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Brycycle

i hope

the lovely words that bless me

how i wish i could see what they portray,

my looks are just a black mirror.

 

these pretty souls do not understand

that i yearn for their visions of me,

because all i see is a wilting flower along a lonely river.

 

my tears are full of fond people

but taste of salt from endless oceans,

all i crave is the sugar of self-love.

 

filled with stars and moonlight

i bear this emptiness inside of me,

hoping that one day, i’ll finally give myself a hug.