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Sadness hides behind this face,
a smile here seems out place.
A mask for the sorrow that persists,
I often wonder if joy exists.
Portray myself as though I’m tough,
yet feel that I’m not good enough.
The grief and pain that afflict my soul,
have dug a deep and darkened hole.
So here I stand with wounded heart,
and plant my feet shoulder width apart.
With anticipation I could wait,
and leave it all to chance or fate.
Or take control of destiny’s reigns,
And then blow out my fucking brains.
I’m wondering quite curiously,
Is it now that you take me seriously?——-carie5150

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