She fakes a smile upon her face,
just like everythings okay,
through out the whole freakin day.
When she gets home, she hides,
she hides, to protect herself from the fear,
and she thinks,
she thinks about her past she cannot remember,
its killing her because she cant remember,
and there, she finds herself crying,
once again,
same time, same place,
hidden in the little crawl space,
diffrent day, diffrent moment,
in this dark, creepy place.
She now knows how she feels,
she feels lost and forgotten,
in this world of hate.
She'll only feel this way for this moment,
because,
her feelings always change.
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