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Strong

Being strong is now a stereotype
An overwhelming label sought by many
And the audacity of calling others
To obscure the meanness
And to glorify it for the better no more
This charm might not long forever
For it never conveys, what it is meant to
But a broken heart is more than a play
Crushing sentiments; covering the wrongdoings
But, my dear, you need to rephrase
For the 'strong' bleeds of empathy
Because for them faith is eternal soul
For humanity is their jewel
And care is the ever-glowing charisma
But, the ruins might blur its glamour
For the light was born to be extinguished
Somewhere life will reveal the prettiest truth
Craving for humanity is not dramatic
Because, my dear, it is a necessity

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