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Aug 30
As I'd grown aware too fast
I knew that love didn't last
As I'd craved to be recognised
I'd grown aware that my cover didn't matter.
The words In me made them shatter.
For I gave up on those desires.
The love , compliments and showers of admirers.
I used to know them and wish what
It was like
To be seen by so many
in that daylight.

For I understood none of it was real
The most occupied souls believe that world is
the ideal
As I'd grown aware too fast.
I knew my love for them wouldnt last
If your reputation depended on their glasses
I would never see the lens of the assasisin
For that part of your mind never existed, what shot do you aim for
when you're focussed on the masses
I am not one to chase ,
aim for someone else
I'll retreat , in that case, no time to dwell
Therefore
I met myself
With beauty and manners caused as well

Though I thought I
wondered what it was like
To be seen by so many in that daylight
Through the lens of their iris
not
through the flashlight
And when  I met myself
In the essence of my being lingered a strong smell
As I grew in my features, movements and tone.
The more and more my world turned
alone
For my mind wasn't aware
Of they eyes that might stare
As I've grown too aware ,
The echoes about my eyes or beauty
None of it cared
I thought I wondered what it was like ,
To be seen in that daylight

The wise knew the sun shouldn't be  shining too bright,
right infront of ones blind eye.
Memories stored
ready to unwind
Iam ready to grow into a woman
Embrace every vessel and bone
As I am aware
that your mind is a prison to what you wished you
owned
Written by
T Miah
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   T Miah
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