Fernando PessoaLord, may the pain be ours, And the weakness that it brings, But at least give us the strength, Of not showing it to anyone!
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Some of us feel so much pain, we can’t stand it. We try to hide the pain in our hearts and in our faces, but it leaks out anyway. We are alone with the pain, afraid that someone will see it. We are afraid that people will pity us. The pain has become our secret, something that only we know about.
Source: Poems Of Fernando Pessoa
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