You can't feel the waves of hurt,
Feeling happy.
On the precipice of hope,
Losing sanity.
In the dead of darkest night,
The beacon blinds me.
In the deserts brightest light,
It shadows over me.
Misconceptions fabled twist,
Stings like a B.
Truth is hidden, finding it,
Might not satisfy me.
In the weekdays corridor,
Faces shining,
I'll wear my mask like not before.
A perfect copy ;)
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