All around me are familiar faces,
Worn out of places,
Then made into faces,
Feels like it blazes.
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to say,
I find it hard to take,
I find it hard to express.
I am trying to dry my emotions,
So I do not feel sad,
So I do not say,
So I do not take.
No one knows me,
But look right through me,
Then sit and listen,
I am made of mild words.
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