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Submitted:Jan 25, 2013    Reads: 27    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   

Her mask, shines brightly.

Always with a smile.

Something so beautiful it can't be real.

Because its not.

No one knows her pain.

As it slowly swallows her.

She is alone, in the world on her own.

Her mask, hides the sadness,


Her mask, shows no emotion,

but false happiness.

She feels nothing.

But, as she believes,

is for the better.

Just an empty figure.

For her mask has been broken...

Slowly, slowly...

there is nothing left.


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