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Jan 2016
I hide behind a cloth mask,
I drape it over my face every day,
and take it off at night.
No one knows me.

No one understands who I am,
why I am the way I am,
they just brush me aside.

So I wear the cloth mask,
and they make me what they see,
they make me what they see.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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