In a world where the faces are staged,
With Botox, their truths are encaged.
Authentic and real,
No longer the deal,
As money’s facade is displayed.

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When you stop looking for it, it will come to you. Trust and believe in the universe. Your soul will know it's them when you see them I promise you that. What people don't get is you can have money fame and all that but is that what you really wanted deep down inside? When you know your soul is craving for that specific one you'll find them at the right time and at the right place because it's could be your actual soul purpose! Alot of times they will be as plain as day right in your face but usually when they realize that it's already too late.

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I honestly don't even know what I saw in you,
your actions, a whispered truth,
echoing in the hollow spaces of honesty.

You wear masks like a performer,
each line rehearsed,
but the stage lights cast shadows
that reveal the cracks beneath the surface.

Do you even know yourself,
lost in the songs you sing,
while the script of your heart leaves
the audience feeling betrayed?

Shame lingers in the silence,
a quiet weight you refuse to carry,
you may charm with melody,
but in this play,
you falter,
not an actor,
just a shadow,
lost in the dim light of your own making.

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You say you loved me all along,
But where were you when shadows grew?
I stood alone, and now I'm strong,
You want my heart, but time won't bend,
For I've learned to love what I have found,
A better me shines brighter now.

You speak of change, yet what is clear?
The past was dark, your words were cold.
You can't act like the victim here,
And now that hope is bold and loud,
You reach for me with open hands,
But I've walked far, I’ve made my stand.

Your voice once pulled me into doubt,
But I have learned to stand my ground.
So take your love, it's not a game,
You can't rewrite what we lost then,
I'll hold my heart, I am complete,
No longer lost, I've found my way.

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Why do you weave your silent threads,
In shadows where my knowing treads?
Is it strange to see what others miss,
This hidden dance, this quiet twist?

In solitude, your secrets play,
I grasp the colors, fade to gray.
Yet here I stand, the only one,
A witness to the setting sun.

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Fame drapes like silk,
a cloak of borrowed trust,
yet behind the screen,
a shadow dances,
a flicker of deceit.

With a smile, they weave
stories of a life imagined,
wins flashing like stars,
while hearts beat unaware,
pulled into the web.

What courage to craft
a mask of illusion,
as if the mirror’s truth
were too heavy to hold.
It gnaws at the soul,
to wear another’s grace.

In the quiet, it echoes,
the price of this game,
a laugh at the heart’s expense,
and somewhere,
the real self fades away.

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Why do you cloak your actions from the rest,
As if the world is blind to what you do?
Is it a secret meant for only me,
Or am I drawn to shadows in the light?
I notice whispers dancing in the air,
A subtle shift, a glance that lingers long.
Is it strange to find myself alone
In understanding what you’ve yet to share?
Your eyes betray the stories you withhold,
And I, the solitary witness here.

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In the echo of dreams,
voices rise,
we want to change the world,
paint it in bolder hues,
reshape the mountains,
soften the edges of despair.

Yet, in the stillness,
we forget—
the mirror reflects
a heart waiting,
a soul unturned.

Change begins within,
a seed planted deep,
before the world can rise anew,
we must first tend our own garden.
Only then can the colors bloom.

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Does it feel weird
that you know
I can see the whispers
of your spirit
beyond the curtain of your gaze?

Our eyes,
two open doors
to worlds unspoken,
where shadows dance
and light reveals.

In this silent conversation,
I feel the pulse of your truth,
the echoes of your laughter
and the weight of your sorrow,
a tapestry woven
in the softest threads.

Can you sense
the warmth of this connection,
a bond that flows
beyond what words can carry,
piercing through the mundane
into the heart of what is real?

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You slither in shadows,
a puppet master crafting strings,
twisting my love into knots,
turning my child against me,
whispering poison in their ear,
a mirror for my broken heart.

Each day,
the walls close in,
the air thick with despair,
your laughter a dagger,
cutting deep,
soft echoes of hope fading,
like the last light of day.

In silent nights,
the thought lingers,
the weight unbearable,
the desire to escape,
to leave this pain for you
to uncover,
to feel the emptiness
that now fills my soul.
-kaleigh davis

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