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The philosophy hidden behind a curtain
I kept swimming
In a lake of tears
No pain at all,
Just the fears.
I forgot my mirth
But yet it lived on
So I pierced it,
With a frozen knife.
It bore not,
the cold from within
and so it shrank,
into the darkness of tomorrow.
The past remained
The future wasted
The present dived in,
killing my hope's tomorrow.
So here I conclude
The past is grief
The present is pain
And the facade of mirth awaits my fall tomorrow.
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