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Hiding behind a flimsy disguise,
cowering behind a shield of lies, no one can see the real me, and thats sad_ Sheltering from the storm, flinching from life, no one can see the real me, and thats sad_ Finding a corner and staying hidden, finding the world passing me by, no one looks to see the real me, and thats sad_ A light on the horizon, dispelling the shadows, i look up and out to world, hope grows_ A wash of dawning purity a hand offered in friendship, a hand taken, hope grows_ Hand in hand a bond is formed, gentle yet powerful, words encompase a feeling, but are inadequate to truly describe it when friendship and love have arrived_
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