Comfort Me
I am descending from utopia
Comfort me with your confrontations…
Be my scar and be my lovely flaw
Facing so many sympathetic sensations…
I am ascending from dystopia
Be my shadow and roof over my weary head…
My emotions inside me are deep and raw
I’m filled up with dread and need happiness instead
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