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To Just
Would they notice,
If my solace escaped?
If my sombre eyes finally pinned shut.
Life is just.
I must.
That fake smile, the painful mask I sew to my skin,
Just to feel something.
Hanging on by a single thread.
Each day tugs at the strings,
Test another limit.
Is it normal, to just?
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Ella garden
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