Glass shattered, broken pieces shine in the sun.
Your mask has come undone.
A shooting star giving off so much light, why'd you try so hard to fight.
Was there a reason you couldn't love? So you had to push and shove.
A nom de plume of some sort,so you didn't have to resume to your true self.
I'm not sure why you had to hide. Because I like you better on the inside.
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