I made it in this world.
There have been wounds in my life.
I'm used to the pain.
I have been chasing love.
I'm invisible on this earth,
I'm always transparent.
Even by my own parents.
I have learned since I was older...
That I would be alone and sad.
No father at my side.
I had to learn to be older when I was young.
How did I ever learn to recognize the love of a family.
When I shed these tears.
I can give you my fake smile.
There's no use of pretending.
You know my past.
I made it in this world.
Alone.
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