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Apr 2010
With my rose colored glasses
What a view I see
Everything is beautiful
Right in front of me

All I see is beauty
The truth they hide from me
I think I'll always wear them
So I'll never have to see

The truth can be so painful
But I hear it sets you free
But I'm not sure I want to know
So I keep them safe on me

Perhaps one day when I am stronger
And I want to see the truth
I will take them off and look
And see the real you
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
Neva Flores Varga Smith
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Neva Flores Varga Smith  53/F/Rochester NY
(53/F/Rochester NY)   
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