at day,
she exudes of confidence
as she hides her cloak of anxiousness
she speaks of eloquent words
for she fears of embarrassment
she moves with grace
to show her never ending facade
at night,
she removes her mask
for she is alone
she lets her hair fall across her shoulders
for there is no judging stares
she bares her clothes
for there is no designer to flash
and she lets her eyes close
as her tears fall like routine
when she falls alone.
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all in good time
General Fictionit may not have been right but i have never been more happy to be and to feel it was the best misfortune i have ever had.
