Anything but...
Remove me from myself.
Expose my bare self,
devoid of necessities.
Vulnerable but not defeated,
will you be my iron curtain?
How can I continue to believe,
when the smile I see is anything but genuine.
I'm away from myself,
do you expect someone you know?
My path is darkened by the shadows,
of the people around me.
Loathe me,
to know me.
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