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I laugh in rooms where silence grows, A cracked facade that no one knows. My ribs are cages, rusted tight, Still I shine in borrowed light. A travesty in moving skin, But look how wide I draw the grin. Don’t ask me why the echoes sting, It hurts to smile at everything.
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Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 9:01 PM UTC
Walking Travesty
I laugh in rooms where silence grows, A cracked facade that no one knows. My ribs are cages, rusted tight, Still I shine in borrowed light. A travesty in moving skin, But look how wide I draw the grin. Don’t ask me why the echoes sting, It hurts to smile at everything.
#broken#fake#travesty
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smyagainstborestorm
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 9:01 PM UTC
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