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Feb 2017
Me
Being sad as I am
Became comfortable around your sadness
We shared a similar outlook on life

We both smiled in public
Broke down in private
We both wait for our own death
Just so we wont have to deal with life
And the torture we both are put in

I sometimes believe I have more hope than you
Then I get to this point and I understand
It's just my mask
The mask I put so others wont ask questions

You only wear your mask for strangers
I wear my mask for almost everyone

So yes I loved you
But you started to add more pain
than sympathize with my own
When you decided to make me wait
For a day that will never come
Written by
Samantha Lora
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