people will always see the facade.
just the pretty face, they shall recognize. the mask, right upon this opaqueness i have beneath. no one will never know the cries between midnights, the slits those bruises along with every teardrop shed on this very shaky ground no one will ever know the madness that has awaited longing to surface out of this very skin who they call prison which i could never fathom they will always see a pretty face shall they never know the insides
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Prologuenot much goes on inside my head anymore. In my house of sadness, may I invite you in?
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