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Only in the rare moments, caught of guard

we revale what are we really made of .

We are thought almost too well to conceal,

the real texture of our core.


It’s been a while since anyone saw me

The way I should been seen, before life happened.

I’m proud of this mask and this strength,

ashamed that she took a big part of me.


Give me your burdens, I can live with them.

I admire your weakness, your tears, your groan.

If only I didn’t gave to life more than he took,

even I would have something to cry for.

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