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Chaos Has The Upper Hand.
Crying is a weakness.
Every tear which slides down my face is a traitor.
I feel numb-no i feel angry,
Everyday, every single damned day is a struggle.
A struggle to keep up the act.
Each smile holds a thousand secrets.
My smile holds memories.
Harsh words,
Fearful actions,
Broken hearts.
The only thing left of the betrayers is a runny nose-
That, however, is on the outside.
Inside a battle rages on...
And chaos has the upper hand.