The day I die , will you remember me
not for the things I have done
not for the things I have succeeded in
not for the image I portray myself to be.
But, the person I hid away
kept in locked away
covered by lies , memories
and fake memories.
The picture you now look at
trapped in this lies all my secrets
the next time you look
see the cracks that lie on the surface.
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