I swallow poison in the form of Hope.
I sing Songs just to choke on the Notes.
I've spit shined a Smile for YOU.
Manufactured a Mask no one can see through.
Poured like Concrete over every inch of me.
Painted White-Golden Wings that whisper "Free"
Underneath there's an Itch I can't reach, I can't scratch.
I feel Nothing other than That.
But I remember to
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