The Quintessence of Ultimatum

Aren't we all someone's interpretation?Along the paths, lost and found
Deep yet delicate, wounded and wound
Concealed in the words meant to be profound
Carved in canvas, are the imprints
The stories the scar insists
Is the benevolence hurting?
Why is the overwhelming care clenching?
Maybe because you've never been pampered
The songs aren't mere music
Focus on the lyrics that are haunting
For the real fashion isn't the tunic
But, the weary soul that wears one

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