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Each day, I put on a mask
And strap on armor
To face the coming day.
I act strong and proud.

And inside, I turn
My heart to stone,
And set my face like flint.
I make myself invulnerable.

And the world assails me
Like a legion out
For my blood.
But I shrug them aside.

At night, I come home
And eat my meals in silence.
I do not smile.
I do not laugh.

When I go to bed,
I finally take off my mask,
And shed my armor,
And soften my heart.

I weep like a widow
And feel every insult
Hurled on me each day
And my heart breaks.

I am just a man,
With a man's frailties,
And not much strength.
I can bear only so much.

And as I lay down my head
And raise my blanket above,
I can only thank God
For sleep.
©2008-2009 ~DreamPen
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The darkness of night is often our only comfort.

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Oh so sad words.. =(


be okay my friend :aww:

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Do what you can, with what you have ,where you are.

- Theodore Roosevelt.
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Don't worry. I'm fine.

--
Death paused. YOU HAVE PERHAPS HEARD THE PHRASE, he said, THAT HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE?
"Yes. Yes, of course."
Death nodded. IN TIME, he said, YOU WILL LEARN THAT IT IS WRONG.
- Terry Pratchett, Small Gods

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