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Apr 2018
I must remain strong,
So I cover myself in illusions.

People cannot know
How much I truly hurt.

Rather, I flee to the silence
Where I can truly be at peace.

I am afraid.

That if I show my true colours,
People won't accept.

The same people that caused this pain.

But the truth is,
My real colours are far much worse.
They are ugly.
Written by
Jade Rose  14/F
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