My my darling, look at what we've become. To hide our secrets we play dumb.
Stitched up smiles and a face of lies, while shadows linger in our eyes.
Cover the scars up with lace, and sew on a mask to hide your face.
Pray they don't see the porcelain's cracked, because of they find out, they'll send you back.
So smile wide and take a pose, if they'll see you again, well, who knows?
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Notes
AcakA glimpse into my mind. These are notes from my phone, starting from 2013 to the present day. My poems, rants, late night thoughts, things I've seen and heard, words I wanted to remember. (Note: There is some content hinting at various mature or tri...
