This feeling is a mask for deeper pain 

That snickers at me from between the cracks

Calling for me to give in to the mass

A tug of war from the darkness I attract 

To the purest of happiest moments 

A continuing cycle of what was and what has become 

Leaves you exhausted and a little bit insane

Just trying to get back what we might have lost 

Yet time can only tell if what was meant to be can still be 

Or if this was all just a joke played by a fool in a hat 


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