Poem 95
Water droplets drop on my face, matching the tears that fall away. Another day I live in insanity, the madness seeping in my brain. Another day I fall on my names, to god I pray my soul to keep. Another day time ticks, an hourglasses of past memories. Another day I cry again, lie to myself, say I'm okay. Another day I wish today, that the world may change. Unmask me, let go of the facade. Another day, its not today. -mommamafia
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