the lies we’ve told
can’t be altered as of now
the life we live
is simply just melancholic
smiles are never genuine anymore,
we are all just the dolls who put on a new face
masking ourselves from pain
it is just a daily thing
passion is dead
happiness is gone
all hope is lost
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this is a result of me
having to write in
school, i'm not a great
poet but i find writing
poetry to be quite
enjoyable
