Love not who we are,
But who we wish to be.
Aspirations, dreams, and goals—
Set into a motion by everyone else
We conform to their wretched standards,
Always changing, always different.
Losing ourselves in the immortal pain
That is beauty.

Love not who we are,
But who we wish to be.
Aspirations, dreams, and goals—
Set into a motion by everyone else
We conform to their wretched standards,
Always changing, always different.
Losing ourselves in the immortal pain
That is beauty.
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