These are the words you will never read. Hope gone, nightmares overtaken dreams. Standing on the outside, looking in. Awash in sadness, longing for home and kin. Hands of the clock moving slowly by. Praying no one sees through my disguise. Put on a smile, my happy face. Fake indulgence leaves such a bitter taste. Bury the pain under lock and key. Entomb whats left so no one can see. The world does not care anyway. Go through the motions day after day. Maybe this is not really the end. Maybe this is where the story finally begins.
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