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Every morning I wake up.

It means it’s another long and meaningful day.

I've given another chance to live in this bravura but burning world.

I asked myself, am I worth it for this another fortuitous?

Every person I knew they always think how jubilant and robust I am.

That I don’t occurrence any glitch in my life.

That I’m incarnate in an ideal life.

And I have all the things I want.

All my life it had been my diversion to make the people around me happy.

It gives me a feeling of gratification when I can make them happy.

When I see the smile and sparkle in their eyes.

It’s just like an achievement.

It became easy for me to hide all the sentiments that I’m feeling inside.

It’s hard for me to show and share my true emotions.

I’m just like a soul living in existence of an outlandish environ.

Finding a place which can give me the life of discretion that I’m longing for.

They never see the true person living inside of me.

A soul that I keep on shroud.

In the eyes of the people that could see.

They used to love the mask I’m wearing.