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Aug 2019
People look straight through me.

They could see a tear roll down my cheek and then a smile
and instantly think I'm happy.

Nobody wants to look at me.

So, I wake up in the morning and put my mask on.

I act how people want me to act.

I am a puppet.

I do not own a voice.
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