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Behind

Behind
Is where we were hurt and deceived
For a home 
We had a weaved cast of lies
Our bed was made of tears
We tried to laugh 
A laughter of lies
The lies we told ourselves
Hahaha hahaha
"We're fine".

Behind
We held religion as a staff
Our eyes blinded by lies
We groaned in pain
For we were wretched in wealth
We took walks
To take our minds off our pain
We shopped for happiness
But happiness was not for sale.


Behind
Is where we put the sadness 
Bitterness, anger and hate.
 

                                (C) Tamara dame blog
                                 30th December 2019.

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