fear ties wings....
to scar d
peoples hearts...
may as well be a bird...
especially
when everything tends to fall apart
id fly....
but not because i fear....
but because....
of the reason i am here....
being me is a crime....
i should of tookin acting....
or maybe think before i start re-enacting
Ive realized
smiling through the pain
life's not a game...
maybe if i act right
ill become sane
Ive made it thus far tho..
with fake giggles
but no laughs...
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