Myself is the best person
Myself is the best person I can be
My face is mine forever
Marble like eagles
I comfort the lost
Filling urge for the helping hand
My hand
The past had scars and scratches
Slowly
Repairs have softened into bliss
Equality
Peace
Comfort
These are my walls
Humble eyes that never look past the invisible
Seeing every small mouse and weary eye
Lifting them to see the true light
My face is mine not people's
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