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it presses so tightly against my face, at this point i can barely breathe this is what happens when you spend your whole life holding back and you never release this layer of protection is starting to feel a bit more like pressure this armour that i’ve got on won’t protect me forever the tension is becoming unbearable this mask is becoming unwearable years and years of holding back one too many panic attacks the elastic band is about to snap i’m about to collapse… what am i supposed to do about that? do i suffocate in silence, or do i tear off this mask? do i let pride **** me, or do i just show you who i am?
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Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 8:34 PM UTC
Behind the mask
it presses so tightly against my face, at this point i can barely breathe this is what happens when you spend your whole life holding back and you never release this layer of protection is starting to feel a bit more like pressure this armour that i’ve got on won’t protect me forever the tension is becoming unbearable this mask is becoming unwearable years and years of holding back one too many panic attacks the elastic band is about to snap i’m about to collapse… what am i supposed to do about that? do i suffocate in silence, or do i tear off this mask? do i let pride **** me, or do i just show you who i am?
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Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 8:34 PM UTC
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