The frail heart tries its best to...
Forget people,
Surpress emotions,
Blur passions,
Smudge incidents,
Or we pretend to at least.
We pretend to live,
Pretend to love,
Pretend to smile,
To act busy,
And to be happy...
I am done with pretending,
Now is the time to live,
To love,
To face,
To fight,
To write...
And be happy!
steady truth....will keep an eye on u...
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