The Lonely Hour

In the lonely hour I cry, I laugh, and I fake a smile.

In the lonely hour I run from my fears like a fool making people laugh in which I'm the fool myself.

I cry beause of the pain, I laugh from all of the good times, and I fake a smile because it's the only only way to get through the day.

In the lonely hour at that's there is loneliness, pain, and sorrow.

In the lonely hour I become anew because in the lonely hour it's just photographs & memories. 

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