Even dreams and nightmares tare apart the world
Fueled by hidden emotions
Hiding in the trees,
Who knows what is what
And I am me
But who are you
Lost in the shadows that you caste
Over problems
You make demons look so tame
Buying flowers
Housing you
But your mask wears so thin
I can feel you
But others can hardly see your skin
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