What happens when it ends?
What happens when we fall?
Do we get back up again or do we stay on the floor?
What happens to our dreams?
What happens to our goals?
What happens to the little things when life starts to dissolve?
Why is the truth always hidden?
Why are the lies always told?
Why does hope start to fade when you're reflection becomes just a ghost?
We always have some where to run to, we always have somewhere to hid, but when someone finds you it's hard to say what you feel inside.
Life isn't always easy but it isn always so hard, it's our masks that make it difficult to go on with the good things we had in our heart.
No body's perfect but that's not an excuse
yo have to keep fighting even though sometimes you lose.
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