Sanctuary

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He made his sanctuary,
An escape from reality.
Hiding in the shadow of strength— he feigned,
He’s scared of what they might say,
Even when he knows it’s an ache
To his marrow day by day.

Work- he made his shield,
A false world from reality.
Rising before sunrise,
And setting not until moonlight.
He hides his pain so well,
Not a single soul can tell,
What goes on at home,
If at all he has one of his own.
∞ ∞ ∞
— Cotek
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