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Lying, second nature
Sarcasm, my shield
Weapons I expertly wield
To hide the broken little girl
That never truly healed
Fake smiles
And spilled tears
Screams of pain
All I hear
Cover up the truth
With lies I don't feel
Mask angelically decorated
As ugly as sin beneath
No one ever noticed
At least I'm at peace
I wonder what will happen to me
I guess I'll see
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Nyctophilia
PoetryNyctophilia (nyc-to-phil-I-a) (n.) love of darkness or night. Finding relaxation or comfort in darkness. A collection of poems from a twisted mind, poems and quotes that come from inside :)
