I thank God for a half lived life,
I try to speak what hurts me,
words die inside half spoken.
Tears flow down my cheeks
only to drop off halfway down.
I keep a half smile on my face,
though, there's such pain inside.
I beam at people walking past,
expecting a dejected smile back.
After all, smiles are quite rare
in this world that's rushing about.
I grew up not knowing how to love
my own self, ending up half hating,
The world gave me more suffering,
thus, making me fall half in love with
what was hidden in a half working body.
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