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Jun 2015
Calm,
Collected,
Smiling,
This is what you see on the outside.
Safe,
Calm,
Happy...
But it's a mask,
A suit,
Body armor.
Cause on the inside,
Decay,
Death,
Depression.
Screaming so loud it would wake a def man.
Each day is pain.
I scream louder and louder yet i never make a sound.
All you hear is silence,
And all you see is a smile.
But on the inside,
Is darkness,
Torture,
Blackness...
Timothy Lee
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Timothy Lee  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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