Fire in bottle

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(Feelings/emotions waiting to burst out)

What lies behind
the closed door of a smile
Screams freedom from the demons within.
The lack of spilling water
That would slip through the gaps
Or the hinges of the door
Makes it hard to believe
That when a bird sings
She also cries for help.
It is not always what it seems
When at first; a baby cries
And then smiles.
There's more to every smile;
It's the silence that kills
Not the scream for help.
∞ ∞ ∞
— Cotek
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