The pictures on the wall
I stare at pictures on my wall.
Wondering if this is really all.
Thinking if this was my fault.
Truth be told I am lost, nervous about my mistakes I hide it behind a smiling face.
Confused about all of this I stare at my wall.
Looking back at it I liked it empty.
The pictures slowly fall, no wonder I am lost, this was all my fault.
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