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Jul 2021
Her day is the same

Wake up
Get dressed
Put on the mask
Head out for the day

A simple item
you would never is how she hides in plain sight

Her hair pulled back.
Her smile shown
But her mind a prison.

Every day she hides behind her mask
Until she is alone

Only then she takes it off
and allows the pain to flow down her face

Her self worth shot to hell
Her beauty uncomparable
Her mind challenges those twice her age

But no one can see
how well she uses her mask
to hide from the world
Writing of the Unknown
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   Aubrey
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