for something serious
the night engulfs the day
as the hate clouds my mind
the pocket hides my knfe
and the clothing hides my wounds
the tear on my back covered by cloth
and my arm cover by a sleeve.
but at last i can not hide
the fear in my eyes
i think i may die
but eh i think a mask will work
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god says humans were a joke
the poems that are thought of as i lay awake at night waiting for the light of day
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