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Another poem I wrote cause I'm sort of depressed, but now I'm back to the more comfortable stage of denying it, and acting as if it's not such a big deal.
Hurts that stay below the skin
Bleeding sluggishly therein
Never fully heal at all
No pride left to break a fall
Hide it well from all the world
Gleam and glimmer, spin and swirl
Laugh as if there’s nothing wrong
They won’t bother you for long
They believe so easily
When you show what they want to see
Say it long enough and then
Maybe you’ll believe like them