Lost in the crack
I see it on my walls.
I try to conceal it,
I try to corner my flaws,
But my claws is creating more cracks.
Many call it aesthetic
Many called it glorification.
It is a spear to my soul,
A torment to my existence
A detriment to my gains
A taboo to my table
A discoloration to my decoration
For how long will I cry,
For how long will I strive,
For how long will I conceal,
For how long will I crave;
The days of my plight;
Never seem like ending
Never seem like the finale
Never seem like diminishing
Never seem like finishing.
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