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How many more years I'd carrying this pain?
Pain that I knew it was gone
Time will remain on its ticking,when it useless of healing.
How could I ever find a way to finally set it all free?

I'm tired of runaway,to wear this mascarade,
to seek happiness;
To be genuinely enjoy the moment,
To be more easy than complicated
Baby steps and you'll get there.

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