Mask
A smile is a weapon and a defense, fooling all that may just take a glimpse. Never seeing what testers beneath it, left to suffer while they see me sit. Never showing the pain that rips at my soul and makes me pray for the rain. Wash from me all that I have to bare for this darkness while they think I feel bliss.
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