Sometimes, it seems my besties knows me so well,
she can even read me between the lines,
who I really am and the role I’ve chosen to play…
of all that I hold so dear,
with all the weaknesses and battles I’ve had to bear.
I don’t deny the existence of this perfectly tailored wolf’s skin,
after all, it’s made from every and each battle I’ve conquered,
I love it with my pride and joy. But at the end of the day,
it’s only as good as the clothes on your skin, you still take it off,
but only in our own comfort zone..
Very few understands this concept,
but a rare few do, and with those that does,
I truly appreciate them, always.
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