Dark Hours

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They never get to know who we are until that's too bad too with the only demons of the night when they grow outside of our bodies and defining our images when they become Masters for mind controlling every tiny bits of it not realizing that we hold monsters that are tuned for the conditions that we never get to see we pretend that we hold above good fullness but I did down we all have flawslet me do not want to be seen because we think they make us downgrades but not realizing that this mixes for what in the changes what do you really are on the inside seems like a joke but deep down it's a serious tomato a struggle to rise from our past and to walk into a future we say fake it to make it but faking it is making it worse you see leaving a fake absence life for the bettering of something that does not exist over the sake of perfection but inside that is not the same what if he in this demons and they become comfortable with the world and the world work against them with grace and the gracefully play around appetizer made in this ties would lead to a better person if only they could rise out

To we are in the inside where people feel the pain but we don't want them to see the pain because it makes us weaker but it down you want them to see how you're feeling you want the closure with the closest seems like it's far from a distance trying to reach up a falling back I am tools holding you back because they're scared of a people other people that is made of mines minds are doing tango but you want prevailed from the truth because of lies who make you smile but it's better to be sad with the truth than be happy with the lies once upon a time you thought that it was of world full of apples and clothes but you realize it wasn't all that each and every time you grasp to take your oxygen back but it's you toxins you never realize that they will insecure to the depth