It seems we are all just wandering souls, holding our broken parts, pretending that they're whole.
Only delicate shells.
Showing a mask of a smile instead of the pain living just beyond our empty eyes.
Holding back tears and ignoring the pain we wander on, playing our part in this masquerade.
Lord, tear away this veil and let me cry.
I want to be free and full of joy.
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