For far too long I have juggled the pieces of my shattered heart.
So afraid to drop them; I march in place as my life falls apart.
I have forgotten who I actually am; a custom facade for all occasions.
I hate my surreal existence of commingled true and false sensations.
Allowing myself to be molded and shaped as punishment for past sins.
Thirsty for serenity, I crumble; parched in the desert of my soul herein.
Is there a solution to my dilemma? I can’t see; as my future seems blurry.
Regardless; all I know is I can no longer be the person I am expected to be.
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