All my poetry and despair

My art and soul carved in ink


12. This perfect pretense~Cam

Brused and abused

By the blinded

Yet I am reminded

They have their reasons

They want to protect me

They don't reject me

I lie and i'll say I'm fine

To conserve the happiness

Yet I preserve the violence

This perfect pretense

Behind this door

I can feel the pain

Locked away are my tears

Hidden away are my fears

Of the False Flawlessness of tomarro

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