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Jan 2016
The true me is disregarded ,
but there's only me to blame
For I created a mask that smiles
even through the pain.

Behind all the smiles were the tears
And behind all the comfort were the fears.
Everything you think you see,
Wasn't everything there was to me.

If only I could pull off my mask
and stop this painful farce
but deep within
my essence stings
to leave it a as a undone task.
Just something I through together  haaha
Written by
Georgia Grace  Australia
(Australia)   
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   Bianca Reyes
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