Anonymous
My lackluster world is a fake place to reside
Shielded by colorful designs
Fanciful decorations to seem warm and inviting
Creating false advertisement
But after purchase it is evident that faulty manufacturing is the core of all issues
Once removed from sequined packaging
Everything is perfect, false sense of security
As the clock ticks, I crumble and diminish
Wither with decay
My true strength portrayed clearly
Specks of dust fill the once lively clothing
Blowing through the wind
No longer to exsist, what faulty merchandise
Flawless on the outside
Trembling at the core
Until I F
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L
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As my world dissapates