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14 February 2010 @ 01:42
Her beauty camouflaged the agony inside
When the world glowed behind
Leaving the lines on her life,
Buried into the naked sigh

Maybe the obscurity in her mind
Made existence anonymous
And the cries she dried
Painted her curtain white

So she holds her heart tight
Covering concealed marks
Within a fist too small
To hide all the faults
Mood: okayokay
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