All people judge wrongly,
All people think the surface
Is the be all and end all,
It’s always the people you least expect
Who decide to walk away in the end…
‘She was tough as nails; she wouldn’t commit suicide for no one’,
Whether they’re tough as nails,
Or soft as silk,
They all have the capacity to take themselves away,
As do you and I…
Thoughts like this can fill one’s mind
At any time during the day or night,
Succumbing is another thing altogether,
But what’s on the surface isn’t the truth,
We all have poker faces…
We all use them everyday…
Some use them to runaway…
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