Unexpressed

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Hide away,
Scorn and detached.
Never show the face,
Or they'll run away.

Or maybe that's what you want,
To be left alone.
But you already are,
Or maybe just need a blame.

What life is this,
What people are in it.
What makes it what it is,
How they unmake it again too.

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