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When strangers come, we store away the pain, the anger, and the confusion. We put on what would be our smiles. They ask questions, we answer with lies. They leave with what we only wish to have..and our house goes back to what we never dreamed of having. The walls bleed from our tears and sometimes crumble underneath from what is not meant to be thrown at them, but at our own mindless selves. Lies cave through the ceiling and truth fights back with strength that isn't there We need to run..where these rooms turns into depression that excites but then a tear shatters to the ground knocking us back into place. This shiny gun, one that sparkles in her blue ocean eyes, it sets off a wake up call to this beautiful angel sitting next to Me. She screams and no one even bothers to blink She waves goodbye to to broken thoughts and whispers hello to fixed wings.

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