me, myself, and I

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Bright lights
shadow the dark
gloomy gothic inside
laughing, giggling, smilng
covers the doom of the heart
no one expresses
that they know the real me
my spirit seems free
but is caged
a deceiving soul
waits
for the ones
who will believe
the lies theve told themselves
believe, believe, believe
am i?
truth be told?





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