All the pretty smiles

all the pretty smiles,
and heads held high
they were
rotting away
in the bright texan sun

drowning themselves
in the ocean
of endless
insecurities

they were made of
star dust
and magic

magic, that
sadly
was only
visible to my eyes

If only they had believed me.

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