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Shh the lights are low
But my heart and head explodes
You tried to wipe the surface
But something lures further
I`m like the monster under the bed
I never see the light always the dark
Through loud and quiet times I stay
I haven`t been under here long but you struggle
I see the pain and the weakness
The fear and hurt behind your laughter
You know I`m here but you never
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How we observe and how we reflect.
The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.
The facades of a perfect home.
This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.