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Aug 2021
You chipped the mask away at night,
And together we rebuilt the face inside.
You healed the wounds carved so deep;
You and I; Ever so softly.
But now you've left; You are so far gone.
Here I still sit: Half masked; Half wrong.
Written by
Patrick  22/M
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