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It is what it is
It was the 18th when I lost myself
On the day when I should have been the happiest
Memories came knocking on my window-like eyes
You can lie, but who can't control your involuntary tears
Aggressively sweeping up your tears to make a perfect smile
You make it worse by killing your fakeness inside
The mask that you were holding uptight
Bleeded off from yourself making you weak and tired
Now you just look back, Blow Your candles
Becoming lost on your 18th day again and again
To cherish that memory as a pleasant secret or an unavoidable lie
@13thdaydreamcatcher
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On the day when I should have been the happiest
Memories came knocking on my window-like eyes
You can lie, but who can't control your involuntary tears
Aggressively sweeping up your tears to make a perfect smile
You make it worse by killing your fakeness inside
The mask that you were holding uptight
Bleeded off from yourself making you weak and tired
Now you just look back, Blow Your candles
Becoming lost on your 18th day again and again
To cherish that memory as a pleasant secret or an unavoidable lie
@13thdaydreamcatcher
© All Rights Reserved
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