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Jun 2018
No matter how I look at you-
-a mask is all I see.
It's getting slowly cold in here-
-impossible to breathe.

And even if I scream your name-
-and take the ****** crown.
The mask will still be haunting me-
they all
fall
down.

There is a place I like to go-
-a maze inside my mind.
It is the only safe haven-
-where I can spend my time.

And even when the circus ends-
-we all dress up like a clowns.
It's funny because we pretend-
they all
fall
down.

No matter if I close my eyes-
-your face is all I see.
And though I try to fall asleep-
-I feel your breathe on me.

And even if I reach for you-
-call out without a sound.
Your hands will still be choking me-
they all
fall
down.
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