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Sep 2020
There's a mask stuck to my face.
I didn't put it there,
Wearing it like an opportunity for fun.
It grew upon me,
From me,
The result of all i have tried to erase of me,
Every fear,
Every worry,
Worn into this mask to remind me
That I am more
Than what I allow the world to see.
Written by
Donielle  30/F/Pennsylvania
(30/F/Pennsylvania)   
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