Run, stiflingWhere can you go?Insincere, sniveling Trying to keep your head low Doubt, humiliation made you a cowardWell, the hope could this be your final hour? Before Below, behindThe mask you put on that person's faceOnce as exquisite and frail as lace Crumbling in ash and Depression darkened your angel's view But, you were too ashamedTo face the illumination.
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