being fake

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I came in looking for true love And you were so kind You were all that I could think of Always on my mind   I wanted something definite
in a world so strange,   i think we all can see   how the poor will beg,   and the rich will smile with glee   in a world this peculiar,  
Fake roses in a boxAlways ready to be shippedBut never ready for the tripBeautiful and fragileFake roses in a boxWither against the windI hate to see us break apartInto nothing but particles
He smiles in the crowd. The others are unaware. His insecurities are loud. But too much to bear. His sadness yet to be found. A cruel mask to wear. But Noone's around. Noone's here to care.
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