In my world that's compromised.
No one sees the pain I'm in,
They willingly accept the grin I give them.
But behind these walls I am safe.
Safe from myself and the world of hate.
Yet my fortress is cracked.
And I'm losing my grasp,
I am sinking, vanishing in the past.


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