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Shell


Fake brightness

Fancy smile

What is the point of all this?

Truthful darkness and a sad cry pass by with a bright, fancy smile

As if the flies flying in truthful darkness

I hope I can catch that

It's bright outside

But it's dark inside

I guess all that people can see is the outside.

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