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The Fakers

It seems only the kind souls
Bear those severe scars.
The gloomy ones
Often live in the dark.

Their fragile hearts
Appear to be strong,
And everyone is oblivious
To what's really going on.

The brightest smiles
Come from lying lips.
Deep inside,
They're sinking ships.

Their notes are kind,
Heartbreakingly so,
Often contrasting,
To bodies battered below.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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