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Chance Evans Poem
Stones thrown in every direction,
Send mixed messages,
As I try to battle depression,
But see these words aren't just words,
They're tools and weapons,
Much more powerful than any gun or sword,
But it seems that no one knows the feeling of pain,
The feeling of words,
Hurt me,
Mentally,
Physically,
And Emotionally,
That's how much words hurt,
That's how much words hurt me.
Copyright © Chance Evans | Year Posted 2016
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Chance Evans Poem
There are multiple faces,
but one mask,
to hide every individual face that we make,
we try so hard not to crack under pressure,
or show anyone one of our many faces,
We get so use to these mask,
We use to hide to hide these faces,
that we forget about them,
and erase our many faces,
the only piece of humanity we still have,
will be lost because of these masks we wave,
and soon there will be no faces left,
soon there will be no emotions.
Copyright © Chance Evans | Year Posted 2016
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