No, You Don’t

Do you know the real me?

A charade of childish apprehensions
A flicker of hearty laughter
A cornucopia of silent deceptions
A bundle of sighs
A glimmer of fatigued vision
A string of desperate forevers
A clinging for new tomorrows
A hope from the depths of hopelessness

You do not know the real me.

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