Keep Walking

I must keep walking
I know that if I stopped now
I will cry
No, I must keep walking
Even if my heart is thrown into pieses and my Smiles are nothing but a mask to hide
I need to keep walking this path of life
And maybe.....there is still hope for me ahead
Maybe there is someone to heal my broken heart
Till then, I will walk until my last breath

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