Only vanity makes me believe
I can remain untouched by your grief.
Healed wounds though only just scabbed over
Make me invincible.
I fight dragons and rescue maidens
And will not get caught up in emotional distress.
Riding the white horse into the sunset
I am my own hero --
I even wrote a theme song quietly strumming
As I attempt to tease Quixote away from the text
His collision with a destiny mirroring our own
Magnifying the dark.
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