[reality]
in reality,
[red blood uniform holding back an
elegant princess with soul worn yellow
as she waves off suffering and
lives with screams echoing
i trapped myself in this tower to survive
that prison guard is me
you just see the walls]
never leaves the inches between our ears.
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