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Aug 2016
My pretty little mask
Hides my face,
Protecting people from my sorrow.

My pretty little mask
Has a smile and bright eyes,
But it's been painted on.

My pretty little mask
Is breaking,
And now hints of sorrow are shining through.

My pretty little mask
Has disappeared
And now there is nothing left to protect anyone from me.
Sorry, this is not that good. Sorry.
Written by
Alex  21/Non-binary/Kentucky
(21/Non-binary/Kentucky)   
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