Poem 22 (There are some thing's)

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~There are some thing's
~The one's we'll never know
~Isn't it ironic
~To just put up a good show
~Sometime's something's happen
~My mask starts crackin
~So carefully put up
~Decorated with beautiful lies
~Just snapped in the blink of an eye
~A weaved thread of all the sorrows
~Stuck now dangling JUST like that
~Stuck inside my head is everything
~Gruesome memories as well
~I pick another one instantly
~And leave the broken one behind
~Yes
~Just like "That"
~I know i cant control my choice's
~But I can't bring myself to choose
~And still end up believin -
~In a crazy power
~That we can't defy
~That are nothing else
~But so called boundaries
~The only option left to pull through all
~All that is left inside me
~Withering with jolts , faults & stops
~Throwing away anything unnecessary
~My past the solution
~The problem not so big
~My mouth still sealed
~Giving myself time to just breath

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