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Mar 2020
All but few are blind to my soul
Found Layered with cracks and hole
Sometimes black or blue
Other times some dark hue

Dark for no one can see the real me
Longing from myself to be free
Light at the end of the tunnel difficult to find
They ask me if I've ever smiled
Written by
Hislizard
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