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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?
Brooklyn Phelps
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Brooklyn Phelps
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