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I cannot see like a shadow looking in a mirror.

I put on my mask when I get up.

My tears are dry my mask a smile

I crack a joke to distract even if it's just for a while.

The pain hidden deep inside between my heart and soul, which will break first?

Why was it that I was curse?

Even with a titanium chest you may only hear the echo at best.

Moving around what I feel is a battlefield in a flash, fear if I stop I will run into my past.

Fake it until I make is the only way I  think I can Last.