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Sep 2018
Sometimes I see
Behind the mask she wears
To the beautiful woman she is.
I wish she could see her
In the mirror
Instead of the mask
She hates

If only she could see herself
Through my eyes
April
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April  19/F/Virginia
(19/F/Virginia)   
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