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Once I think I've made it pastSome sorrow for awhileI start to feel on my lips, a smileYet in the end it's just a mask.Hiding pain and sadness becomes so very hardI just need to keep on breathingNo thoughts about simply leavingGet up each day, and try to keep up my guard.I'm not the type to play along If no interest I do feelMy feelings true or I'm off keelIn my heart there must be a song...So here I am again and againJust lost and wondering whyI can't meet the type of guyThat would also like to be my friend.                 Undecided

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