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THE HIDDEN SCARS
The hidden scars pave pain.
Our sinful lives had been stain.
We appear joyfully, but deeply we strain.
We always pace iniquity that hurt us, no restrain.
Our young women are depressed;Some with woes.
Replet scars whole woes
Some are hurt in their marital homes
Some obdurate spouse don't know their roles.
Always pretending like all is well
Dying with stain, and later open your eyes in hell.
Who is pregnant with joy? Except the jingle bell.
Even if the moon weep, nor will it felt.
Above all, always fall in love with yourself.
Elope the pride and self
ˢᶦᵉʳʳᵃ ᴸᵉᵒⁿᵉ 🇸🇱
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