You paint pictures,
with layers of water colour,
beautifying the drawing,
so pretty and caught the eyes.
You paint pictures,
you shield it with the colours,
armouring it with pastel colours and crayons,
covering what actually lies beneath.
And then you don't paint anymore,
revealing what's for real,
the truth,
it hurts but you're grateful that you end up knowing.
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