I pass them they mask it friendly
The laughing the last one standing
We acting like we stand-ins
They pass by, I pass them- stumbling out of the bars, the last ones still standing after a night of drinking.
I think to myself that we are actually worse off then I thought- we don’t even pretend to be someone else anymore, instead…we are stand-ins for the person we pretend to be…
With no real person in sight.
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