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Dec 2015
Sleepy eyes,
With the wish to die.
Smile all broken,
Not excepting a token.
Cheeks hollow,
Finding it hard to swallow.

My face is full of pain,
And hate,
And wanting for death.

But you don't see,
Past the lies.
Written by
WiltingMoon
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