A hard line in sand separating self love from disguises, sold as sparkles and knives.
Presents all pretty dressed up for the show; rattles and sparkles acceptance is blurred, Somber breaths for the hurt of a word.
Standing tall trees seated in Roots; even the branches can't tell each other's truth.
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