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👑Fire

Revealed

Nanda Regine

What is seen when the mask is put to the side?What lays beneath the cape, when you're not the hero anymore?What does the crown cover, when you're no longer praised?What?Beneath the mask, reveals every spectrum of raw emotionLike a butchery of hanging stories behind these misty eyesMy cape covers the scars, that trample my skin like footprints of my journeyAnd my crown?Is just a reflection of my golden mind,That sparkles every time that I think about you

— Nanda Regine

From “Inside Her Roses”