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Terrified,

In my wistful laugh you can almost hear

The silence of my resent,

My retreat...

Abandoned,

Always the last resort,

Lost, alone, scared,

Damaged by the beckoning world,

Turned bitter,

And black...

Suffering,

Unseen wounds split open,

A broken heart left to weep,

My throat slit open,

And I am hung from the ceiling,

By an invisible noose...

Laughter,

It is always an illusion,

This smile, this happiness,

False imitations,

Of myself...