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Inhale...exhale. And then there's nothing. That same nothing that lies within our awkward silences. That same nothing that keeps our defenses up. The same nothing that was there
I look around and everywhere I see, Happy couples looking back at me Why cant I be happy as they seem to be Instead I have to put on a fake smile for everyone to see, And believe that there is nothing wrong with me
Eyes speak no lies, unlike the lips in falsely upturned lines curved like spiders weaving truth out of a script from the mind; it lies Those eyes reveal sadness
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