They come, they go
weaving in and out my life
anger,
tears
trouble & strife
being in love with love
and
angered by my ways
because i won't
fall in love in a day
their
self worth
somehow my responsibility
and because of my mask
they
fail to see my fragility
then they wonder
why i let
things die
it's coz when i was laughing
they couldn't hear
me cry...
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