Killing

So, we say no
We don’t want to
It’s unbearable
What do you mean?
I don’t know.
We can’t look.
We can’t talk
Were stuck
Fake laughter
Fake smile
Real pain
Real emotion
What are we doing?
Were slowly
Silently, killing
It. What?
Killing.
Killing are happiness.
Killing our smiles.
Killing our Lives.





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