Chic ResilienceA Poem by Dream Weaver
No more shall I be a slave to your superficial beauty, for beneath the skin dwells something so repulsively disturbing I must avert my eyes at all cost.
Besotted with envy, ambivalence is destroying your once mortal soul. The very essence of attractiveness lasts forever is all but an absurdity.
I loved you for what and who you were, it’s now apparent you are no longer you, but a prisoner of you’re own vanity…
My heart withers, secretly crying for the unpretentious love you once knew. Deficient now of this I must bid you a poignant adieu…
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