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Sep 2014
My lips will quiver if you ask me
exactly how I am

And maybe my eyes will tell you one thing
and my voice will tell you, another
And though I'll attempt to replicate the smiles
That I pulled when I was younger
You may not take the surface
Instead doubt what's hiding under

I guess it's best to say,
I shouldn't attempt to answer
I know the tragic silence
Will describe my suffering better
individuality-exists
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