Facade

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I faded into the backround

i was thrown to the ground

So I stopped being me

Thats who everyone wanted to see

Who they said I should be


Its all a charade

My emotional baracade

When you came it was a raid

On my brain, on my heart


But the worst part

Was how you chose to depart

You used me up and left me broken

And no words were spoken

All those tears I cried

That day i died


In this haze

I rebuilt my emotional maze

I made new, better, stronger walls

And hid in the halls

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