Our wounds and scars for us are real
But we don't show them anyone
We try to be, to seem ideal
Pretend that everything is fun.
We try to fix our broken hearts
To heal the wounds that hurt
We need to find the missing parts,
Collect them and insert.
But no one knows what is inside
How do we live and feel
And no one cares what do you hidе
And what you can reveal.
Our wounds
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