Algebraic Assumptions/Sadailyn Amora

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Nothing seems good enough.
Nothing seems right.

I'm like a diamond in the rough,
But I want to be bright.

It seems like its all failing.
And I'm falling out of the sky.

Try to hold on to the railing.
Try not to die.

I put on a fake smile.
I trudge through the day.

It takes me a while,
But I finally put it away.

Is there another one of me?
A made of part of my mind?

Perhaps not as pretty as she,
But held together with a bind.

What this means, I do not know.
And I shall not let it show.





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