I pull out my makeup,
Getting ready for the day.
The yellow powder lights my face up
While inside it's dark and gray.
And I keep my act on,
Masking my true feelings.
I mustn't let them show,
Until the makeup starts peeling.
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I feel like this isn't what I fully meant.
Hm.
Is the notebook broken?
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A Poetry Collection
PoesíaA few poems that have been on my mind and I managed to set them on paper. Happy Reading!
