"Does it hurt?
Who knows?
I know it hurts,
Hidden, undisclosed.
Yet, in time, it will emerge,
A truth that can't be submerged.
And then, behold, the fakeness nears,
Better concealed, to allay our fears."
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ENNUI
PoetrySelf-written poems about my everyday feelings and thoughts to which some of you might relate
