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At the end of the day
Feeling start to stray
Paranoia of the day
Seep in during the night's
Crying for help
through the fake smiles
Eye screams for understanding
which the visuals can't comprehend
Hoping one of the many lovely irises
Would ask - what's wrong?
But rather it's tricked by superficials
And smiles back instead
Every one can see
At least most can
But the question is
Who really sees?
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