Just one thing held true
The public mask never slipped
Safely kept secret

Those closest few knew
The black rage lurking beneath
Clenched knuckles foretold

A word, a cold look
Triggered stark brutality
Hidden by a smile

Just one thing held true
The public mask never slipped
Safely kept secret

Those closest few knew
The black rage lurking beneath
Clenched knuckles foretold

A word, a cold look
Triggered stark brutality
Hidden by a smile

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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I'd curtsy but I'm drunk.
The ending line was a great power ending – the hidden
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An excellent set
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Brilliant read
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