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Jul 2016
My silence
doesn't mean fortitude
it hides weakness
behind solitude

My smiles
doesn't mean happiness
it masquerades pain
behind this face

My apathy
doesn't mean endurance
an illusion of problems
behind every assurance

My insights
doesn't mean being wise
a deception of madness
behind every eyes

For every clear picture
lies something twisted
an ironic mixture
of life that existed
Things are not what they are
Lacuna
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Lacuna  Somewhere
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   Bianca Reyes and SPT
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