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She loved the darkness, it offered comfort to her,
Shadows allowed honesty and reflection,
No need to ever pretend.
Her daylight smile, was exhausting and fixed,
Permanently in place, to reassure and deflect,
Constant need to pretend.
Now alone in the dark, her smile discarded, for a while,
She allowed the tears to flow freely, relaxing and easing,
The pressure of pretence.
She yearned for the day, when she could be open and free,
No split personas to uphold, between despair and happy,
No more pretence.
The time was closer than she thought, a relief was in sight,
Someone to take away her pain, enabling true happiness in the light,
She would never need to pretend,
Not with him.

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