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I can


I can paint myself clear 

I can stain the ground red, with blood and tears,

I can paint the sky black

I can splash the ground with cracks

I can show you I'm hurt

I can put on a mask

I can go through this world without holding anyone's hand

I can give advice

I can keep up the pace

I can help another

But I can't myself

I can't stop the silent tears

I can't stop the abusing hands

I can't get every word out

I can't tell anyone what's wrong

I can't let them know

What's slowly killing me inside

But I can push them away

Stealthy, silently, hopelessly

I can reject the company

That doesn't mean it'll stay away

I can act in different

I can build up a wall

I am putting on a mask

Of a smile that doesn't ask what's wrong 

I am breaking away

I am breaking anyways 

But to you, I'm still intact

 

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