We walk each living day
With self imposed occlusions
To conceal the parts of us
Wearing scars from life’s contusions
Battered on the inside
Smiling on the out
We long to be ourselves
But to our secrets we’re devout
We walk each living day
With self imposed occlusions
To conceal the parts of us
Wearing scars from life’s contusions
Battered on the inside
Smiling on the out
We long to be ourselves
But to our secrets we’re devout
The Mewriginal 
Well written.
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Wow… it’s like you’re in my mind 😉
I find that most of the poems today have almost no rhythm and that’s perfectly fine but it’s always nice to read one that flows like this
Great piece! ❤
And looking forward to reading more from you
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Thank you!
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