Shell so fragile, full of emptiness
Weeping inwards filling tears
Crying outward, no one hears
Standing tall toward the world
While cowering in fear.
Longing toward the past
Sprinting for the future
Forever addicted,
Refusing the drug.
No hope left,
A constant dream.
Hypocrisy.
Woe is me.
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