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Jan 2011
The plastic won't move,
Everything seems great,
Until those lonesome nights,
Everything's back to fate,

I have my plastic mask,
It doesn't move once,
Till the heat of the night is brought upon me,
Now time to feel like a dunce,

I sit and stare,
at all of these walls,
over and over,
Noone sees my falls,

With one fake smile,
And one fake laugh,
Noone see's how I truly am,
When I'm as stiff as a staff.

Help those in need,
Even though I hate myself,
Even though my sanity,
Is the only thing not left.

I care about everyone,
But don't care about me,
Everyone sees my caring,
But I'm what they never wanna see.
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