what a bitter taste it us to travel alone to the time where my beautifully flawed mind settled on the objective of perfectionism. back to the days when they gave my heart all the wrong reasons to beat. i was frightened by heights yet i hung on to the standards that molded my mind. my name was widely known but my mind and soul were foreign and had no appearance. i reflected the words they spoke and from those words, a burden i became. years were spent dangling above the earth and a beautiful soul became my enemy-- unfinished
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