Invisible Lies
Life seems so over-rated most days.Taken for granted, awoke in a haze.
Treating them all the way I want to be treated.
Live to survive and your days are repeated.
Hoping each week will get more predictable.
Instead; my loved ones get even more critical.
I can only rely on me,
and sometimes, I- even go missing it seems.
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