You stare at me trying to find a crack in my composure.
So that you can pretend to relate.
I want to shut you out to deal with this on my own.
But your always going to be right out side the door, around the corner.
Waiting for the day when you can laugh and act like everything is okay.
What if I don't want that day to come when we can all be happy again.
The pain that I'm holding in will still linger in the shadows.
It's not going to go away.
I'm sorry for being "dramatic".
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