After all these years you still won't talk to me, you won't open up. You put on that mask to make yourself look strong.
But I see through that mask to the pain and the vulnerability. I see the sadness and the disappointment you carry around with you.
One day when it is too late, you will understand who I am and that you could have trusted me.
But I see through that mask to the pain and the vulnerability. I see the sadness and the disappointment you carry around with you.
One day when it is too late, you will understand who I am and that you could have trusted me.
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