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May 2016
Why do we tend
To act like fools
To be adored by people
Who can't even see our significance.

We always pretend,
But we're nothing but tools.
While we give out our all,
We're just prisoners in their fence.

Until when will we force our pieces,
To fit into other people's grace,
While they just stand and watch,
How we struggle, fall, and shatter.

But I assure you that there is,
Somewhere that we have our space,
We just have to seek and be the perfect patch,
Because in some people's eyes, we wholly matter.
Dark Mess
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Dark Mess  Philippines
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