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Sep 23
Alone inside this misty place,
A hidden realm, myself replace.
Masked in roles they wish to trace,
Freedom whispers, but can't be embrace.

Replaying questions, scripted in lies
"I'm fine." I say, behind a disguise.
Sunlight dances upon my skin
Yet deeper scars reveal my sin.

Deafened ears to continuous screams
Enjoying the lies within distant dreams
The clock tics, as my mind slips away
The day shifts, leaving me in disarray

Am I alive or could I be dead
Feeding the fears with limitless dread
As I stumble around the gravel I tread
Left in the mist, endlessly misled
Everyday feels like a repeat of yesterday. Smiling and pretending nothing is wrong in the world. Hiding the self-harm scars to appear normal. Doing drugs so you can believe that the "happy" mask you put on is your default. All to get to the next morning and do it all over again.
Uzziah Ruffin
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Uzziah Ruffin  25/Cisgender Male/VA
(25/Cisgender Male/VA)   
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