How long have we not been able to be who we are, who we truly are.
It seems like maturity is to know the best way to hide our true self, true feelings, true thoughts.
Wanted to cry, yet we claimed that something went into the eyes...
Wanted to tears, yet we claimed that that was the raindrops.
Since when we are who we are?
Since when we are took off our masks?
Since when we shed our make-up?
Since when we honest to ourselves?
Is it the rain or is it the tears?
Do we take cover under the rain or,
Do we take cover under the tears?
Perhaps, most of he time there aren't rain or tears as we deepen into our chamber of secret...
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