unknown Stranger.
People think they know me
when all they see is my color
They dont see whats inside
They dont see what i hide
The truth seeks between my veins like a crawler
The pain reflects on my eyes
i tend to lie about my pain
I hope it dies
I crave happiness not my grave
I crave love and all the above
You dont know me i have a grudge
Stop and know me, dont judge.
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