it scares to be getting hurt again,
Until the warming sun shines upon it......
it's existence is everywhere......
But it will never tell it's tale......
Only hidden under a mask.
The heart would only see that, it missed so much,
Why can this heart see the things it has, but the things it doesn't have,
Let the sun shines through the darkness,
Piercing let the silver linen,
Through the cloudy day.
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