We wear masks of happiness to please others, yet at night we struggle to sleep restless under the covers, time moves on and we still pretend to care, whilst deep in our eyes you see our emotions laid bare, eventually through use our masks begin to break, struggling to remain composed under constant weight, we strugle to work even though we try, after all at this point, life is just waiting to die.
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Author:
Benoniy (
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- Category: Sad
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