|The ugly is what made me today.
I pray every day for God to let me find a way out of this maze.
No regrets, because the light has come today for me to face the truth.
No way will I settle for a truce, almost smart enough to outsmart my foolishness.
Only one way to heal my wounds is to face this bullshit!
Hiding behind the curtains and pretending like I am not hurting for so long.
My real self has been so wronged, buried behind years of pretend smiles, while my fašade plays like a love song.
Great for the ears, but only my eyes know that it is a broken record struggling to stay intact.
So complicated but so simple, so real but so deceiving.
Seeing isn’t always believing.
Listen to my heart beat, but nobody will know until I am ready to face my troubles.
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