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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