Through the fakes

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I hide behind a mask, made of plastic smiles

I hide behind the success that I feel I need

Everyone around me, rushes through the day

But never takes a moment to talk and hear what I have to say

The personalable touch of another, the words of thought to plant that seed

To open your mind to things unknown, to extend the thoughts

 

In the world we live today, no one really knows another

From our mother to our father

To the furthest friend, everything eventually has to come to an end

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