Take the blame and take the pain
Take the wins, assign your sins
Give into needs
Gave up hearts that bleed
Your mask will appear
Show yourself all too clear
I'm all the best of me
Glory shines
Which you will never see
Sad and true eventually
I am nothing to you happily
I am passed and that will do for me
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Author:
illia (Pseudonym) (
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