.thousand faces march my way
.and not a single one will notice
.how crippled i’ve become

.i’m tearing myself
.between realities and
.between choices i create

.i’ve learned to hide well
.in the dimness of the light,
.isolated from love and hate

.thousand faces march my way
.and not a single one will notice
.my laughter and my cries

.jacob g
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