The hours may pass, and like a blur I go through.
One day feeling numb, one day feeling true.
Faking this smile is hurting my soul.
There seems nothing there...
But a cluttered hole.
Objects folly around as if lacking a home.
The home is lacking though, a foundation of stone.
So forgive my fragility, naivete, and lack of concern.
My fear has began to take over.
Please wait your turn,
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