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By Lulu Date: 2003 Mar 20 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.20.16.46.7451]] |
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Things are coverd, hidden, protecting the eyes that dont want to see. Protecting the others from what they dont "need". They go through life ignoring the strange, hiding the unpretty. Prostitutes plaster their faces with make-up, Broken hearts display smiles to hide the tears. To many.. its a cover up, but to me its a war paint. It hides the hurt from pretetors, bounds the wound to stop a deeper cut, closes the eyes of the scared. Its a layer, to pull you through the day.. a reliever of the truth. Its a mask, a cherade, a lie, a fake.. it allows people to believe what their feeble, ignorant minds want to believe. Its a war paint it protects and prepares you for another day of mortality. |