I hide it by wearing this smile on my face
Everything gathers and piles up inside
It's been many a year since i've broke down and cried
Thoughts about life only lead me to death
This brown paper bag holds my very last breath
My heart will just stop... Or my thoughts will implode
I haven't the strength for this punishing load
Memories of past keep returning in dreams
Picking away at the threads of my seams
Soon i shall break like a crumbling wall
Unstable, and ready to fall
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