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Faker

written by: Tigressarah

A smile rides upon my lips, but it isnt genuine,

With strength I hold back the tears that wish to come again.


There's nothing left inside this empty shell,

Even my soul fled as the last piece fell.



Empty, I've given all of me away,

Kept nothing for myself this day.



A small piece here, a larger piece there,

I gave far more than any should dare.



For now I have nothing left to give,

A barren life left to live.



Give me hope, something on which to hold,

Tempt my soul back from the cold.



For in this wasteland I am lost,

My soul too great a cost.



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