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Jan 2020
He Laughs... but on the inside he's dying,
None of his friends will ever see him crying.

Or know of the thoughts that come in the silence,
Many, too many, reasons why he resorts to violence.

So he makes them laugh, instead of a future,
and knows his own destiny is a joke.
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Thead
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