Stefan Legacy Poems

I give you my all, share my secrets, let you parade the streets of my life. And you enjoy it. You don't see the sweat or the blood. You don't see the bruises, all you see is perfection. Something you want but can't have.

A life you want but this is not the life you need. You don't need the constant praise. You already know your good at it, you just show off. This life is a living hell. These demons are my best friends. This curse bestowed upon me is a gift. A gift I have to unpackage with such care because the weak in my life shatter like a ton of concrete on a glass bulb.
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