Nobody can imagine what I say when I stand in silence
who do I see
when I close my eyes as I am when I am pushed pushed
thing I try when I let my hands.
Nobody, nobody knows
when I'm hungry when I leave
when I walk and when I lose, and nobody knows
that is for me to go back and return it
back,
that my weakness is a form
and my strength is a mask,
and what comes next is a storm.
They think they know, and I let him believe and
happen.
(J. Haddad)
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