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We all wear masks—
some stitched with smiles,
others painted with confidence,
while beneath them
our souls quietly bleed.
The mirror never lies.
It reflects the eyes
that have forgotten how to shine,
the heart that has grown tired,
and the spirit
that longs for one more reason
to keep believing.
Every sunrise
begins another battle.
A fight for love.
A fight to stay faithful.
A fight to be understood.
A fight simply
to survive another day.
How much strength
can one soul carry
before it falls to its knees?
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Yet even in the silence,
hope whispers
the name of God.
He sees
what the mask conceals.
He counts
every hidden tear.
He hears
the prayers
our lips can no longer speak.
So I lay my burdens
at His feet.
My failures.
My regrets.
My fears.
My restless mind.
For only the One
who created my soul
can remove the mask
and remind me
that I was never meant
to carry this life alone.
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