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Playing House

You all know
Stop pretending
To be surprised
Traumatised
Unrecognised
I see it in your eyes
Nothing but the disappointment of dishonesty
Tragic
Really
How we float through life not knowing anyone
Never really
All these emotions their just tents
Tents for our blank holes that we call minds
No matter how much we trust
No matter how much we love
Share
Live together
Breathing the same air
Our time is borrowed
Our spaces are paralleled apart
Destined to be what
Nothing

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