Pressure to be perfect
Pressure to be strong
How can I smile when this stress lasts so long?
You want me to think I'm lucky
To think that you love me.
To be convinced that you care
I won't fall into your trap, I won't come back
These tears have sliced through my joy like percing rasors through innocent
creatures.
They have fallen too long.

 
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