You made me aware,
I am not a sun, but I am many suns.
I don't have a name, but I have
names.
You taught me
how to use masks, not to cover,
but to hide my real face from many
others.
You held my hands
when I had my one leg sore,
But soon I got to learn, I was wrong,
Broken things fall.
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