| In the shadows I hide, watching every movement from the inside, seeing the pain come across your face from the issues smaller than the case of tic-tacs in you bag: You think if you show all in the throw your rug will be swept clean, but in this denial I see your trial and my eyes roll with repeatition. Your case is one I've seen millions of times not knowing why you should cry in a room full of angst, fueled by no trace of our existence |
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