When I'm tired of keeping balance on this pedestal. When I'm ready to snap this halo placed by those who know my shell. You bid me in with knowing grin for you too bear this crown. You strip away all facades when I am feeling down. Your hands are rough, your words are coarse, fingers mark my skin. This is just the treatment to make the outside match the in.
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Love this! It is very interesting...a great allegory.