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Life is a passage,
the walls are the same,
the ceilings the same,
the floors all the same
tears are acid,
burn on my cheeks,
burn on my shirt,
burn on my heart
pain is an oddity,
masking a smell,
masking a scent,
masking a reality
eventually it becomes a parody,
apparently its normalcy,
dangerously its never been a safety
here where we lay,
sitting where i cry,
sleeping should i sigh,
on my own til i die,
hiding my happiness deep down inside...
I wrote this while still in high school...around 2010? So it's pretty old
