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Pretense
Sight of grieve stricken eyes,
Mirroring a disquiet heart;
One stains a gullible face,
With the tears failing to stop,
While the other breaks into several pieces,
Unseen to the world…
Yet I endeavor to escape such muddled state,
And profess as gallantly as one can,
Using all my guile in mere pretense of aloofness,
Persuading the whole world otherwise…
Tuesday 25th July 2017 8:14 pm
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