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Apr 2015
I wear a hundred masks in a day
A mask to hide my ill-feelings about myself
Wishing I could turn into someone else
Like the day turns into night and all
Isn't okay with the mirror I look into
Is there anyway to hide my face?
I'll pretend not to show you who I am
Maybe you'll like me better
I truly have worn a hundred masks just to get others to like me.
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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