I hope one day
I can feel like I'm enough
I hope some day
This won't feel like suffering
a little more like toughening
the edges of this silk
I call my disposition
until it's black as tar
or clear as glass
watch it,tear it..
hold it fast
mold a sad beginning
from a hopeful past
be happy,
smile
fake ecstasy
be good like you're supposed to be
be anything but close to me
watch it, tear it,
hold it fast
you rip this silk
then hope it lasts
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