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Jun 2016
You ask me how I am,
I say I'm okay.
I never say I 'm great or super.
I can’t bring myself to tell a full lie, 
Only a half.
I can't say the truth,  I'm miserable.
That my life has not been the same since the day you passed.
That my soul is an empty void.
Yes I'm miserable,
A little voice inside me is shouting.
Yet still I wear this mask.
The mask I use to hide from the world.
The lie that I perpetuate,
The illusion I feed daily.
We all have our masks we wear.
Some have many.
Feeding the beast we call reality.
Dave Raubenstine
Written by
Dave Raubenstine  New Oxford, PA.
(New Oxford, PA.)   
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