The thing is
People look the same
Whether they're on the brim of ecstasy
Or the brink of breakdown-looks are deceiving
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The Aftertaste
PoetryThese are just a bunch of shitty poems (at least I think they're poems) don't even waste your time
Forty Two
The thing is
People look the same
Whether they're on the brim of ecstasy
Or the brink of breakdown-looks are deceiving