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Oct 2018
I can't find the rest of the water in me
Lost searching for the inner meaning
Stuck in pointless thinking, sinking
Only halfway down than it hit me, reality
Only half a face and the rest a hollow disgrace
A mask I use to hide a trace
Of fear that might show cause if it's hidden no one will know
that I've lost my soul but this mask comes with a toll
Water
The title was referring to not only the poem but the fact that it was only half of it
Folie
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