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The thing I wear when I’m depressed. The thing I wear under stress. When I’m angry I go to the mask’s caress. I cradle my emotions in a nest. Only to later have them thrown off my chest. But still I go back to the mask’s concealing crest. The mask’s magic is deceiving It convinces me that hiding my emotions brings healing. But listen now, listen don’t wait! If wear the mask you will have it’s fate. Sooner or Later and don’t forget, The mask will make you do something you’ll regret.
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Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 8:45 AM UTC
The Mask
The thing I wear when I’m depressed. The thing I wear under stress. When I’m angry I go to the mask’s caress. I cradle my emotions in a nest. Only to later have them thrown off my chest. But still I go back to the mask’s concealing crest. The mask’s magic is deceiving It convinces me that hiding my emotions brings healing. But listen now, listen don’t wait! If wear the mask you will have it’s fate. Sooner or Later and don’t forget, The mask will make you do something you’ll regret.
CharaWard
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Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 8:45 AM UTC
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