those still frames..
can't hide shit..
your not happy...
i can see it..
the empty smile..
not matching
your worried eyes..
i can see it...
and its tearing me apart..
this saddness that
is forced to grow..
with pasting days
with tomarrow in mind..
a perticully bad time of the year..
where aniversieries may
remake them selves known..
i can see it now..
and at this time,
this place..
we can collectivly remember..
past events..
future fears..
and present doubts..
we're forced to remember it all..
whilst we hide
what we're really feeling..
I can see it now..
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