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Aug 2016
I feel like a joke that no one gets
a sun rise that goes unnoticed
a voice never heard
The ability to disappear within the darkness of my own sorrows
Like a rotting disease that’s unable to heal.
Peel away the layers of my mask and you’ll see the hidden pain that I truly feel
Mozalios
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Mozalios  Earth
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