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[[torn]]
Like the sun sets,
and day no longer remains,
night must come sometime,
even if to cover my pain,
And as day is reborn,
will this masquerade end?
Shall I be forced to
reveal myself to the crowd,
to show them my emotions,
and my torn heart,
Life has its beauties,
and their so damn hard to find,
maybe this day, someday,
will come, where I wont
feel empty anymore,
for I've made myself this way,
the begining is realizing,
and the end is no where in sight,
The process does not end,
It has barely begun
In loving,
[[torn]]©2000
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