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*** Skin Of A Tear ***
To wallop my faceI hide myself again
Just like the other times
The nights they went up
Being there to catch my breath
Or just my viewI could not wait to see them
Crying out for me
So I wont get there being immoral
Therefore, I will stay here on my own
Cloaked behind a smile
A source of unappealing joy
Deepens in my mindfreed of artificial brooks
Dabbling down my cheeks
Soaked by diabolic insight
Tinkering constructs of fulfilling
Claims of each morality
A necessary way to insanity
Here, there, and everywhere
Same old empty dreams
Same old crashed hopes
Here today and gone tomorrow
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