How was it possible
to be in the same skin
withholding advanced contents,
being the brightest
and still be unhappy?
We breathe the same air
but how are you able
to paint a smile on your lips
when my effort
goes into making sure
it doesn't fall to a frown?
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
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