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Feb 2018
her shirt was like her armor,
her makeup was her mask,
they protected her just like they could,
and hey, that was that.
outside such a perfect girl,
but inside she was crumbling down,
sadness and numbness crushing her up,
until all she was was a pile of dust.
her perfect mask still stood however,
appearing intact,
but in not so long it would go too,
revealing the messed up girl she was inside.
sarah
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