SONNET 4
A break, a touch, a push, a shove
So brittle kept, so little felt
I feel like I can't get enough
The cards are playing as they're dealt
Hypocrisy is calling me
In its sharp and critical tone
You know that I want to be free
I know that I am all alone
I try so hard to keep my smile
As days come in and time runs out
I know that I'll be here a while
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