Collecting the pieces of my being wherever I go
Detangling the threads of raw emotions I never saw
Though, invincible, as they kept on growing more
The route for the unreachable even opened up the door
The wave of windy storm still caressing my face
Showing me how to keep up with my composed facade
I kept a hold on myself for a show
As that keeps the contender's head low
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