Foundation

Russ Wilson
1 min readMay 10, 2020

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Beneath it quietly lies,
Hidden by a disguise,
One who constantly tries.
Yet, cracks widen in size.

Worry, as time flies.
You say it’s unwise.
I counter,
It’s my compromise.

Instead, my own demise.
Ignoring internal cries
Sanity can only surmise:
I can’t escape cloudy skies,
Numb to my own lies.

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