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Sep 2016
Flash a smile, wave, and laugh.
THEY can't see through the mask you wear.
Pretty outfits, fancy suits, hours spent on the way you dress.
THEY can't see the slits on your wrists, the frown on your face.
Kiss, hug, show affection.
THEY can't see you're dying inside.

But, oh, I can.
I do more than just see it.
I feel it.

We share the same masks,
The same scars,
The same dying feeling inside.
But THEY will never see it.
Only We will ever know about it.
Inspired by a poetry prompt.  Please DM me if you feel this way.
Written by
Noah Stowe  Gender Fluid/My house
(Gender Fluid/My house)   
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   NobodyRealy and Doug Potter
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