a mute sound ringing in your canal.
A drop of pain, and there it goes.
Through your face and to your knees.
A smile is always up kept and clean,
those who don't know, don't need to know.
those who don't know, don't need to know.
They may never know, just as you don't either.
Your battles are large, but so are theirs.
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