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All through life

I have kept my laces

Strung up tight,

That I might

Not breathe a word

Of weakness.

I played Vaudeville

For both strangers

And friends alike.

I have seen my world

Rise and Fall

Sharing openly the Past,

Keeping to myself

What matters – the Now.

Tired of being aside,

In a self-made cloak

Of such loneliness,

I give up my words,

My truest self, that

You might know me –

So that someone might,

Before my tired soul

Surrenders to the night.

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