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Double Faced
These days I’ve been
Feeling sad
I feel something akin
Inside of me that is bad
I fake a smile
From time to time
They never thought for a while
Will he be able to climb?
My wounds don’t bleed
So they think that I’m happy
With these words that I knead
My end is near so don’t worry
Copyright ©
Serge Comeau
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