As They Seem...
Things are neveras they seem...
The little girl smiles,
the arm behind her back bleeds...
The little boy runs
after the ball...
Never sees the drunk driver
or hears his mother's call...
The reddest rose seems beautiful
until you touch her thorns...
The brightest heart will blind you
so you cant see her scars...
Things are never
as they seem...
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