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Under It All
Some people are never known
Wether it be to their family
Or their best friend
Or anyone
Some people have a mask
Of their own disguise
Some people
Are worse than others
But under it all
We are all the same
Afflictions run wild
Like lions
On islands
Of perpetual darkened thought
These are those
Who you could never tell
The grasp of insanity
Has grappled at
For ages past and yet to come
The edge of the world
The event horizon of a black hole
A nebula left from the tears of stars
The heart of the galaxy
None compare to the power
Of the unshatterable shakles
Chained to darkness
Inescapable
response
yes you are right
.. no one can ever know more than a small percentage
of what you are