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Dec 2019
In the morning, I wear my happy face
Applied like makeup to mask the truth
Sometimes I wear it to bed, for it helps me sleep
How can something so false provide so much comfort?
Behind my mask lies my true self
Like a deep cut; it's only healing is but a bandaid
Take off my mask, rip off my bandaid, wash away the makeup
But it hurts too much
In the morning I wear my happy face
Written by
Sam
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