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Before It's Too Late


Who says we have to hide?

Required, we are not, but yet...

In this chaos of life,

It seems to come naturally.

But hidden in the madness,

We never notice who our friends are.

We spend eternities tearng through the disguises,

Caught up in the insanity, we tend to forget,

We, too, have our own form of camouflage.

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