Sure, I rarely show it through frowns or heavy eyes

I often wear a smile

Master of disguise

Lies to keep away

Fighting this depression and self directed rage

Page after page after page after page

I can’t hold it any longer and my grin begins to fade

In the face of repetition

Weathered like a mountain where the wind and rain is ceaseless

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