Not a butterfly that flits from flower to flower.
Not a pebble that skims & jumps across the surface.
Just a freaking rock.
That sinks straight to the bottom.
Just a freaking swan.
That foolishly lives in blissful naivity.
What casualness?
What callousness?
If only we are all done pretending.
If only we can finally leave our masks behind.
Not a pebble that skims & jumps across the surface.
Just a freaking rock.
That sinks straight to the bottom.
Just a freaking swan.
That foolishly lives in blissful naivity.
What casualness?
What callousness?
If only we are all done pretending.
If only we can finally leave our masks behind.
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