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pride in white
As you ran, I was left to stutter.
Because although you'd never been there for me, you were there for the world. Out there for them to see, for them to see you standing next to me. But apparently that was never where you wanted to be. I was never good enough for you, never could I meet your needs. Maybe I was simply born beneath you, and was climbing up a shelf that you didn't want me on, a useless goal. Maybe it was your pride that made you push me away. Because you were better off alone, right? Why bother? You were a lonely beautiful. Oh so wonderful. And I won't know if you loved that so dearly as it seemed. I won't know if that was the motive, because you never let me get close enough to read the words written on your forehead. Maybe you broke the mirror, with a weapon of pride. It wasn't something worthy of looking at, you couldn't take what it reminded you of. You were a lonely beautiful, scared to let your guard down around us. So you locked yourself away. In the dark you'll always be pretty, there's no proof that you're not.

pride in black
As you ran, I was left to stutter.
It echoed through the halls and reached all of the others. They heard my heart roar, they laughed. How could I not have seen it coming? How could I not have realised the truth behind those sharp shards I kept stepping on? After all, you were the one who threw them down. I couldn't let anyone see the bruises on my feet. Because I should've known, I should've walked a path that avoided them. So I kept my mouth shut. I would stay a silent figure. Nothing could hurt me if nothing would get through. You weren't big enough to hurt me, I would not show you had that power. I built a mask of pride. Because no matter how ugly the story may become, my character will stay untouched. Because no matter how many tears my dance down my cheeks, my face has to stay pretty.
And I can deal with that. I won't give them the satisfaction of seeing into my soul. I'll break the light into pieces if it means that I'll stay whole. After all, I am whatever it takes to survive. In the dark I'll always be pretty, there's no proof that I'm not.

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