Impulsive changes I supposed,
Were the weakening of the thoughts,
My face bore some scars,
With an abrupt chaotic heart.
There was a scream to call for my worth,
And a dream to be the world,
Met a few who laughed,
And even some who did care,
Walked the lane destined for me,
That ended up here.
It was a place alike,
Which did feature in my dreams,
But the blue image was unforeseen,
As it bore some scars I have never seen .
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