Canvas

A mess, confused and stressed. 

The tears that flowed down my cheeks made no sense. 

It feels like being your own supporter, your own hater but nothing else.

An angel and a devil on each side of your shoulders. 

Knowing the angel is right but the devil spoke some sense. 

It's like a star's last shine before it meets its own death.

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