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Mar 2019
This mask I wear
It conceals myself
I cannot bear
To reveal myself
This mask I wear
I paint it well
So no one sees that my life is hell
The mask I wear
It’s cracking at the seems
The light I’ve neglected so long
It’s starting to shine through
And maybe, just maybe,
I’ll finally be real to you.
Ithaca
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