MASK

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I've learned to be in pain and smile
I've learned to go about on an empty stomach, hide it's growling and smile
I've learned to suffer and still smile
To be in sorrow and heart-watching anguish and still smile
I've learned to cover my stretch marks and smile perfectly into the camera as the "perfect" woman I am.

The world has given my gravel to chew 
And act like my teeth is not hurting
I have been taught the art of walking around with thorns in my flesh and pretending they do not hurt
I've learned to be homeless and still smile
I've learned to have no clothes and still smile
Oh Yes! I've perfected the art of dying and still smiling

But I don't want to pretend anymore
That's why I have laid my soul bare before you all
I just want to take this mask off. . . . 

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