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Feb 2021
I fall in love with you more every day
under the mask, nothings as okay
it paints a pretty face but it's suffocating me
withholding the things that make me be

today's yesterday and tomorrows again
this mask is my beautiful sin
father forgive me
for I'm not who I show
I hide and I cry
like sheep from a wolf
Written by
Mallory  18/F
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