Unfolding like a flower in bloom,
Simliarity is obvious, delicate, perfect,
Differences oblivious, yet there,
Deep down, scarred and torn.
Grey and pouring secrets,
From my lips,
Murky and dark, without feelings,
Or love, Wipe away tears,
Act happy, smile, resist,
What Am I?
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