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Da Confusion

He stands up straight,
Moves with pride over hurt,
Carries his own weight,
as he brushes off his own dirt,
Strength in his demeanor,
adopted by the cold of the world,
Face expressions couldn't be meaner,
Heart bled tears from years,
Eye slain with pain,
But the confusion laid in his face,
The smooth one-sided curve,
Sound of happiness that drifts out,
What is he truly about.

MrNightTheWtiter
Written by MrNightTheWtiter (MrNightTheWriter)
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