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Vianca

Nothing

Copyright, Vianca

The screams came out as whispers
The cries came out as smiles
And the pain that’s always haunting
Makes my stupid life worth while
Try to hide the horror
But it keeps on coming back
Try to see the sun
But everything turns black
Looking in the mirror
But nothing’s what I see
But soon I start to realize
That nothing was just me

 

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