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Sep 2011
the masks we wear
each day carrying them
hiding behind placid faces
unknown, untouched they cling
growing heavy as we walk the years
we are what they seem
or are we something more
in private, behind drawn shades
it slips to the floor
revealing the monster that is me
Melanie Bishop
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