My Existance
I see the pretty lights, and all the smiling faces...
I can see right through them.
Their smiles are meaningless.
They only exist to tell themselves otherwise.
I can feel how wide-eyed i am as i pass alongside everyone else.
It feels very reminecent of the "deer in the headlights" feeling that is quietly creeping up on me.
Each day I grow more awestruck.
Each day I walk by, I see the pretty lights, and all the smiling faces...
I can see right through them.
Their smiles are meaningless.
They only exist to tell themselves otherwise.
I can feel how wide-eyed i am as i pass alongside everyone else.
It feels very reminecent of the "deer in the headlights" feeling that is quietly creeping up on me.
Each day I grow more awestruck.
Each day I walk by, I see the pretty lights, and all the smiling faces...
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