So afraid to be alone we build a costume of sorts to hide our deepest flaws all while disguised as what everyone wants us to be. For a long while we lead double lives within ourselves while your soul aches to shed this costume you’ve created for yourself at the seems, and let your individuality blossom. A beautiful and natural cause to the effect of societal standards, yet we’re somewhat acceptable of not being who we truely are because it just feels good to be accepted. An endless cycle of suffering that can only be misguided by wisdoms immortalized voice. A poem by Jacob Scott Mullins

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