Texty: Face The Fact. Portrait.

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What you see is just myself
Every shiny memory is gone by
trees lose their flowers as I lose
Everyday a part of my hope
under a sky that lights us
with the same perseverance
every passed idea seems to reduce
in another grain of ashes
Like a sun thet everyday rises from a new dawn
I see the portrait of my past
It consumes my mind with another memory
I can feel every insecurity
that comes from abstract thoughts
(I move the disguise from my face)
But I'll never sacrifice my breath for this one
bring me down with your closed curtain...
...the only thing that I can ask is your hearing
with the time that passed over me
I start to listen to my emotion