4. Emotions

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We oblirate our genuine emotions

We become so shallow wrapped in the mask self made

We drown and drown till nothing is left

It feels like eternity may pass with our souls still torn and our voices unheard

It feels like eternity may pass with our souls still torn and our voices unheard

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