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What do you see

When you take off the lens?

And how different is it

From the filter that begins?

You wear their words on your sleeves,

Hoping that they won't see.

But that's the problem, isn't it?

They see everything.

Your long sleeves don't hide the scars

Because the pain is far too real,

And your make-up covers nothing

Of the tears that were tenaciously spilled.

So pull up your sleeves,

Remove the make-up that hides your eyes,

Because you're a fighting soldier

And not every soldier dies.

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