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Fake
A poem about the darkness inside of us... |
Smiles are a disguise we all wear, .Fake or real, it doesn't matter, For there is always a darkness inside. Slowly growing into a instinct we fear, Happiness does not come to the soul, A shallowness remains within us for eternity. Never fading, never growing into anything more, Instinct becomes a friend and thoughts fade |