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Jun 2019
This mask of mine remains on my face I can’t remember when I started wearing it
When the “I’m fines”
were anything but
when the stress became to much
I can’t remember why I wear this mask of mine all I know is it’s stuck
keepsake7
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keepsake7  22/F
(22/F)   
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     Sue Huff and Rick
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