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Aug 2015
I don't see faces
But i see masks
I see ready answers
But no one asks
I see scars and bruises
Some knives on the back
I see all the holes and cracks
I see their cages and their walls
I see imperfection, flaws and all
I see terrible things you cant
I feels things you cant feel
I know things you think are fake
But my dear, they are awfully real
pia
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pia  16/F/Philippines
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