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Jan 2016
Warm salty tears,
falling slowly from her eyes.
The mask that she wears,
keeps her in disguise.

The hurt shows through,  
written clearly on her face.
With each tear she cries,
the mask is washed away.

The pain that she's known,
grows stronger over time,
it comes out when she's alone,
in little wet crooked lines.

And when the mask is gone,
all of her doubts and fears,
the things she hasn't shown,
are hidden in her tears.
Tia White
Written by
Tia White  Georgia
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