I hide my face and the tears that I've shed. My dreams and thoughts were lead. Led by fear from tear to tear, I hide from you and from sight because how gross I feel. Some say hold your head high my dear. Others try to fill my head with cheer. I'm crushed, destroyed, and cannot find my way. My Wiccan gods guide me through my days chase my dreams away.
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