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Sep 2022
So forlorn,
You hide behind smiles.
So bitter,
Your sheathe your spittle, smile.
Only you know what this madness is, doubt
You'd ever know if those words were cried out,
I'd die a thousand times you'd only smile,
I've died a thousand times and you stayed quiet.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
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