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the pressure is dressed and disguised as a smile 
the mind callused and the heart hardened from mistakes made along the way
yesterday meant everything till it disappeared
I remember the chill of the morning all alone with only the shakes I’m frustrated I can’t be with the person I love
tighter and tighter it comes till I no more room for other desires 
walking through the reassembled streets of this ghost town I still feel the pleasant memories of yesterday
heading toward oblivion that is softened by sunrises sunsets and rainbows
I try to sculpt satisfaction from the words yet unshaped before me 
tracing the lines of her face with its warm smile 
with heart felt words no one will hear 
all the while knowing the image I am shaping will be less created than revealed
no mater how hard I try I cannot do it justice with only words
coming from faded memories and a broken soul