interritus

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there are days
when i cry
throw away my masks
and find my hope scattered around
my insides scream
but i don't
and when i look at the sky
i find it pouring
as if cleansing me
screaming on behalf of me
and telling me

don't be afraid to lose at times

you'll never cry alone




*fearless

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