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There are some
or so it seems,
or maybe there are more,
or even more than I realize; however,
there are those among us
who live in the split decision
or who find themselves
stuck between fact and fiction
and so,
they spend their time on the fence
unsure of what to do,
what to say,
how to move,
or when to pick a side,
or how to make things so.

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You would never know
just by looking at someone
and you could never really tell
what they think about,
how they really feel,
what they know
or where they have been
or what they have seen.

No one ever knows
or sees the invisible scars
or sees the unseeable sickness,
like the concealed moments
or the memories of madness
that left them wounded
long ago.

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