while going through hardships
seemingly beneath you,
we get overwhelmed so easily
that it seems glamorous edging on them
while forgetting that it is not more than that
the layers unfold and show
the darkness that with all of your hunger
you have been devouring on
like all of us do, like none of us do.
that is the beauty of being human,
this is the foolishness of being here that is us,
following the sheering glamour
which seems to leave traces of bruises,
lavish enough to not notice
until we realize the flames
which have been burning all along,
feeding off on us as much as we feed off on them,
as that is our beauty and this is what makes us human.
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