Why do you need so badly to hide
Under that false façade?
Little one, haven’t you ever tried
To live your life unafraid of blood?
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Can’t you shed that faux expression
Without being scared of decimation?
Terrified of acrid words that wound
But really, how much does it matter to you?
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Little one, the world’s not a prison
Sure, it may be filled with obstacles and treason
But really, the only chains that stop you so
Are the ones that your emotions shackled to your own.
A Lost Painting