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Feb 18
It has been a long time
since I've looked in the mirror
and saw something
that wasn't in agony
or in pain

I looked to see,
a man smiling
laughing
and at peace

I see happiness
etched in deceit
warmth, and love
wrapped in death
There was an old journal I came across. A memory box that was written to my parents. I was asking for help, even though my voice was silent.All I could do was pretend like a doll. But how long till the stitchings and threads fall apart and all the stuffings are scattered about. I sometimes wish I could be happy, but the emotion is only borrowed and the collection agency is calling for it back.
Written by
Ivan Lopez  25/M
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