Be it Joy
Be it happiness
Be it worries
She just rolls down.
She is silent
She is humble,
She is sometimes happy too...
She is always being watched
She sometimes hides it.
Only the pillow knows;
The secret behind.
She is always Mine, Feminine.

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Even STRESS seems to be small,when your trying to prove your part and people don't understand what your undergoing

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Behind every closed door there is light waiting to be lit

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