People never realize,
Or recognize,
The touch of a broken soul.
The despondence,
Fear and need,
Skilfully masked beneath.
Pain never shows,
On their poker faces.
How battered they still fight,
Still live.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
People never realize,
Or recognize,
The touch of a broken soul.
The despondence,
Fear and need,
Skilfully masked beneath.
Pain never shows,
On their poker faces.
How battered they still fight,
Still live.
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