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Braveness
Child of Darkness,
Angst ridden youth.
Nine little incisions,
those are my proofs.
No control, no escape.
There are two alternates to this situation.
I sing sofly to myself,
during my wake.
Put on a brave face,
Smile at the world.
Act like a new born child,
and all is well.
Cry yourself to sleep,
frowning on the inside.
This life I wish not to lead,
what can I do, but bleed.
