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Mistakes Misunderstandings & Mayhem

Chronically misunderstood, my curse or just my poor delivery?


What if I could always be radiant

Pass through the darkness

And still shine my own light

Find comfort in my own flesh

In my own thoughts be safe

No fear of confusion

Knowing just what to say

But then, I’m only human

Reasons, excuses weaken

Mistakes take their toll

And hide the true beauty

The heart of my soul


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