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1d
we promised ourselves
to never turn out  
like our parents
and yet any  minor
inconvenience the mask slips  crumbling to the floor  
revealing a piece of them
through us.
We quickly grab
the mask
trembling hands
Hold tightly
onto the shame
we promise ourself
to never act
Like that again
Repeat the cycle.
eylo
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eylo  24/F
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