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Metamorphosis Part 1

Where are you?
Your sight is impaired,
Blinded by ambition.
Why do you cry?
The good ones are here.

A shoulder for tears-
Thats what you use.
Not seeing the truth
Behind what you abuse.
The good ones are here.

Attraction so shallow,
How do you win?
Misplacing insecurities,
Why must you win?
The good ones are here.

People don’t change,
People can’t change.
Routine is routine,
Regret is regret.
The good ones are here.




Little to hide,
Intentions so clear.
The good and the bad,
We are here.
Where are you?

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