cloak
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Our life is like the deepest parts of an ocean,
People are only looking at the surface.
It's not until you dive head in,
That you truly see the circus.
A lot is always going on,
most people don't really care.
The pale cloak
The gentle rain
the empty home
So full of pain
was once a castle
but it didn't last long
the foundation was rattled
so it no longer stands strong