Between
the fake smiles of Beauty Queens
and a newborn Addict's dying Dreams
Between
those percieved Crazy
and trust Fund Babies
Between
Students Pining for A's
and people Counting the Days
Everyone is counting the Faces
and the paces it takes
to get to the places
Where they Lay thier
Names on the Ground,
and pound thier fists
For things that do Not exist
Just Yet
There is this middle ground
That remains covered with lies
and the Cries of thier weakness
Where Humans Collide
and Climb to reach successes that they
themselves Define
In this
Life
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