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Marked

I can't bear to see you fall
And shatter-break like I did
Transformed before the mirror
I didn't do a thing about it

I don't want to watch you smile
When you really feel like crying
I don't want to hear you laugh
To hide the fact that you are lying

I enrage to see you show it off
My dear you take it light
If it's such a shameful secret
Why do you boast of it at night?

I hate to sound so harsh my dear
But this has marked the end
Of our holding hands in sunshine days
Our precious innocence




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