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The Truth Behind a Smile
The Truth Behind A Smile Your used to strength that can break a thousand walls, strength that wins no matter who calls. You stand and fight for its all you know, but the buzz inside now gives a painful glow. Confusion, pain, addiction, to talk of a few, feelings of emptiness, despair, and loneliness too. you want to stand tall and face with a grin, but the enemy’s inside and you cant get to him. You run for help and describe your pain, to any that will listen for selfish gain. The advice is given by the few you trust, like the blind leading the blind you regrettably adjust. Colours of the rainbow now all fade to black, years will pass and force you off track. All hope you had will start to fade, with eyes and mind racing when you head is laid. When all you have is threatened by the demon inside, you cant stand tall so you escape behind pride. Your head is buried so very deep, anything you had all feels cheap. But this is not your fault why did this happen to me, all you want back is the nice place to be. But still no light and your undoubtedly ill, and you think its all down to a white coats pill. But on i will walk like so many times before, and i will stand and brawl until opens the door. Up i will get, brushed away with the dust, for i am the strength. i must, i must.
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