You were an assassin of their doubts, You were brave enough to force her thoughts into a semblance of you , you were an illusionist. She loved counting stars, but she lost count of your talents . Your  talented  soul played with the mind  , as well as your public  facade  played with fire. At first it appeared like a mousy treasure of thoughts but  Your veneered mind had a lot more to offer. Your thoughts exfoliate into flakes of insecurities. You were so Many personalities  at once, yet it  only got lonely. You were  insecure about your abilities, but today I write to tell you you’re capable of everything you think you aren’t. You  can be every second boy , yet you only choose to be yourself. The self that leaves before staying, the one that is capable of love , deception,  indifference all at once.


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