Life is what we’ve made it.
Painted into the corner
I lay my brushes down
Splattering adorn me
They form my thorny crown
The life that I have painted
Is not what I had planned
It’s taken on momentum
Shaken me, I’m damned
Fairy tales and days of lore
Have left me cornered here
I quiver to my inner core
There’s little left, but fear
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