Pain

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My words
A tale of their own
My face my sword
A cover of its own

Secrets come many
Buy one a penny
I'll whisper it on your ear
Make sure no one else can hear

Now it ways on your heart and soul
A burden ...one foul
Now you know that behind that smile I'm dying
Those laughs ...I'm trying

But it's so tiring
The bullets just keep on firing
Just when I think I've healed
That my fears are sealed

Just when my head is above the water
Just when my problems grow a little shorter
They fire again
And this time there's much more pain

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