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weak;
since everyone
has forgotten
it has slipped from
the smallest space
at the back of their minds

but they
can not be blamed
the corners of my mouth
lifted up with lies
must have masked it

i can't reach out for help now

what happened last time ?

nobody believes in deep sorrow

until death shows his hood at the surface

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