Fall

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If I fall will you pick me up
If I need you will you cup
My face in your hands
If I fall and land
In a crying heap
Will you comfort my weeps
Of things in my mind
That only I can find
Do you see through my mask
I would explain if somene asked
But no one sees
How well it has been
Hidden from a way
To make us all stay
On this wretched earth
And our emotions birth❤️

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