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Nov 2020
She smiles at the world, I weep in the dark.

She is spontaneous, I am an introvert.

She has passion, I am lost.

She is the life of the party, I am unknown.

She is beautiful, I am chaotic.

She is cheerful, I am hollow.
She has it all together, I am in shambles.

She is me; I am her.
She hides me for she is my mask.
we all hide our raw secrets from the outside because somewhere deep down we know they wouldn’t accept us.
Janna Orpa
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Janna Orpa  F/NY
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