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Jul 2017
I'm hidden away like ****
Is it shame or
Is it scorn?
That keeps me under lock and key.
We go out and face the doom.
Our only witness is the moon.
Is this all we ever get,
Hiding in the open air,
as if we have the years to spare?
Swallowing tears until we might drown
Both to tired to face the truth,
Pretending we didn't waste our youth.
Doesn't erase the lines on our face
Or the lies in our hearts
Sadness when we part
Madness when we share a space
WhereΒ Β exactly is our place?
Right man, wrong time.
Written by
StarkHeart  Cis/Texas
     Steve, ---, FraisDeLaFerme, ---, NV and 3 others
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