The Curtain White
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Every day I rise with the sun,
The yellow rays of light
That help me hide my true self
Behind my curtain white.
The smiling faces following me
Only make it worse,
For the more I try to hide myself
The less I can coerce.
I try my best to push through my partition,
But my strength is weakened with time.
The harder I push, the more the resistance
Is within my curtain sublime.
Until one day, I burst forth,
Victorious over my chains.
Never again to go back there,
Never again to my pains.
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