Torn between two paintings

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The beauty she possesses
I find so unreal
The elegance in her deeds
Ever so surreal

Gliding on the wind
She floats gracefully across the fields
In my palm she gently lies
Exhausted from dancing in the breeze

Her delicate eyelashes sweep over my skin
Soothing the depths of my soul
As she falls into a peaceful slumber
Can I hold you forever, my sweet dandelion?

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I was drowning in a dark sea
Held my hand out but no one rescued me
I prayed to God to keep my head above water
But all it did was sink me down further

All the walls I leaned on crumble and crash
I'm left to wallow in the ash
Turned to the one solace I could find
But it dragged me down under in a bind

Walking on the edge of a cliff
The blade in my heart kept me stiff
One more push and I burn to ash
Then you rescued me in a dash

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My whole life, a living lie
A lie of insubordination
A lie of discrimination
A truth of imagination

I live in a perfect world that doesn't exist
My perfect life nothing more than a façade
Yet in my own far-off world
Still nothing is perfect

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Will the torture never end?

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Today as usual,
my night ends in peace
But am I really helping me?

Holding on but I feel I should cease
The pain confound inside my heart now poured out in pages countless

Living a lie that can never come to be
I don't know if the problem is them or me

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