My life isn't closed.
In fact, it's an open book.
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
Its inside of that little book.
Inside of the book,
There is a hole cut within.
Inside lies a glass orb.
Inside that, my heart.
Bare for all to see.
I wear masks no longer.
Masks hide the beauty within.
And even within me, some beauty resides.
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
I'm an open book.
When I look in the mirror, I'm happy...
Are you?
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