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Falling rain
since 2008-01-31
Posts 2178Small town, Illinois 
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 Another morning has come Another time to put on this face This mask for everyone to see I just wish for it to erase What happen to the old me? The one I use to know But who am I now? Oh how I miss myself so.. People say how good she looks And how she seems content. You don't know how much of this I really resent I see myself in the mirror And wonder who's really staring back? How much I act happy for others And how much truth there lacks Putting on this make up While whipping away these tears Try to fix myself But it just continues to smears I can see the broken-self But this face is a stranger to my eyes I'm just plain sick of this Enough with all the lies! I'm tired of being fake But these tears are real. I don't wanna be this... I don't want to conceal. |
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Just.Another.Falling.Star Member
since 2008-05-08
Posts 422Canada |
wow...just, wow. i love it, completly love it. you did wonderful on this one...i'm still sitting here in some shock, lol. library!!! .:~]Julianna[~:. |
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freeand2sexy Senior Member
since 2008-09-12
Posts 704CA, USA |
Wow, really nice, the only thing would be that 'smears' doesn't sound right, you might want to take out the last s do thats its 'smear' With God I am happy; sadness has no say in my life. |
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