Poem 1

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In the abundance of people
I walk this place alone
I roam this world with no life
Hiding my true emotions in my phone

No one here is true
True colors are shown eventually
And I have but only myself to confide
Watching what I say carefully

My true self is known to very few
Instead I let out the person I despise most
For reasons of fear
My truest personality is like a ghost

The future starts to become hazy
The path I was set on starts to crumble
I have no where to go, no where to run
Only hoping I won't tumble

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