Will the path ahead ever reveal.
Or Is that too much hope to feel.
A Mirror with a diffrent face then my own.
Thats the one that makes me survive unknown.
I rather not see the ugly parts of me
But thats the path to where i need to be
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I dont know if this how to poetry battle but let suck at something new today
Inside this hands,
That nothing holds,
A space, a void, an empty field.
And thou I wish to nothing greed,
At least a caress,
golden eyes staring,
May I fulfill...
that hit hard homie