
The self you see is the self i seek to fix, hinging fingers on a tight ledge, walking on a tightrope, high heels on ground zero. Fear tattooed like fear on my skin. I yearn for balance, the triumph of a dimpled smile, access to avenues of change and a road map to infinity. We are oblivious to the selves within, the moon in our hands , a star in our sight.
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