Two smiles I wear in quiet denial,
Two lives I lead in silent oblivion.
Each blow of time lands me in fresh pain,
obvious to the world, yet to myself a mystery I remain.
Crushed embers burn my path, as I walk past the rubble of yesterday,
The sun shines on brighter, but time seems to have frozen today.
I've cried over my wounds, as I saw them bleed me dry,
A part of me drowned each time, at a moment that person did die.
The seeds of time sowed a new existence, a new life,
I live with the hope of a happier tomorrow, I will break free from the strife.
Each breath is calmer, this is a living, not a quest for survival,
This is what they are, the pain and the hope are these smiles of denial.
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