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Brooklyn Phelps May 2011
Behind the mask,
you hide your face.
This isn't home,
This unfamiliar place.

Wipe your tears.
Cover the scars.
This is life,
Under the stars.

Bound to a life,
Trapped in chains.
This awful life.
Well, who's to blame?

Make mistakes.
Have regrets.
The path you've chosen.
You can't forget.

Do you still believe in fate?

— The End —