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Their Faces Are Caving In

I think that the only time that we turn into a human from that fake zombie thing, is when we are hurting. They are quick to keep that perfect face on, But they slip when they are hurt And that mask moves out of its place because the pain is making its way To your face and your eyes and your brain So people can see your eyes water and your "face of faces" cave in on itself and turn into their face Their real face Its like any other time, they would be strong enough to keep their "Face" in place But being upset of depressed caused them to let it slip. They let all the world seethat they were hurting And hurting is real Only real people feel pain. Our eyes are warped We only see certain things So we can't see past their "face of faces" With our own eyes When we are hurting is when we can see them . We can see their shrivled up faces.

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