Laugh with them,
than at them.
Hold their hand and than never
touch their skin again,
See them nearly everyday and
Then pretend that they don't exist,
act like everything you have ever said to them
was
a
lie.
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Maybe I'm Insane
PoetryMaybe I'm insane, but aren't we all a bit. Here's a look inside my crazy mind. My hopes, my fears, my problems all out there for you to see. It's not all pretty and it's not all nice, but it's the truth. I won't blame society for these things, becau...
