──•✦ʚ♡ɞ✦•── 𝓘𝓷 𝓪 𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓹𝓾𝓻𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓷, 𝓣𝔀𝓸 𝓮𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓽, 𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓲𝔃𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮. 𝓖𝓾𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓼, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓭𝓾𝓽𝔂 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓷, 𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓷. ──•✦ʚ♡ɞ✦•──
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So quiet and meek
A mouse among cats would be more willing to speak
Blood rushes quickly from feet to cheek
Under the mountain runs a dark creek
You are parts that are broken
And parts that are lame
You are parts that you found
That no one would claim
You hid your creations
From the dry beams of shame
You covered the footprints
That in mud spelled your name
Fame? That ain’t what you wanted
To be free of blame
And see the uncharted
Feel the warmth of the flame
of a heart that gets started
You wanted to share what you usually guarded