

hiddenhidden beneath life's asylum people walk with their own momentum. happy faces, though crooked smiles inside slowly and steadily they drastically find. pains of an adult, pressure of a child after awhile, it's figure they can't walk a mile. truths of a society, facts of life darkness of a place, yet a place to be safe. hard work one does, sometimes to be bluffed they slowly learn about people they should trust.hidden


At the Party.She stumbled in, intoxicated in the middle of dance floor. Her dress strained with the smell of her perfume, she’s dancing the night away, always wanting more. Her hair is swaying to the music, her body is grooving to the beat, She’s the only one in the room, who isn’t pretending to have a good time. She’s getting rad, she’s getting wild, &nbAt the Party.
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