Out Of Alignment, Near A Town Called Grace

He drinks to numb the pain Pops pills to fulfill the lustful desire Blinded by the illusion of happiness in material and superficial things that he doesn’t see himself An empty vessel longing to be filled, yet looking in all the wrong places She cries in her room alone Longing for the touch that will

Protected: When you cross someone’s path and ask how they are, do you want to know the answer? #What’s behind the smile

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