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Aug 2020
We fight for every inch
We fight for every smile
And when all have been slain
Is when the last mask falls.

Sometimes it's a sweet victory
Sometimes it's a bitter defeat
In the end, they're all history
When the last mask falls.

Maybe a glimpse of love
Maybe a look at the devil,
Undone are the Gods above,
When that last mask falls.

Maybe she emerges a fighter,
Maybe she looks for hope,
I just hope I can hold her tighter,
When her last mask falls.
Written by
Hanan Parakkot
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