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Mar 25
It seems that when you’re with me that your castle crumbles a bit,
Your frayed facade draws back hesitantly.
I often ask if you’re okay when you have your pretend skin on
Mainly because that happy, watery smile is a telltale sign that you are anything but.
You lie to me to reassure me that I’m wrong but you confirm my suspicions with your hitched breath and double takes.
I cry
and I laugh
Because it’s funny how sad it is.
Please recommend ways to better this one. I’m perfecting another piece but this one felt so unreachable. I’m not sure I can save it, but I’ll dare to try.
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Impulse  born in fear
(born in fear)   
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