{Please comment what you guys think, I'd love some feedback on my poetry!}
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No one truly knows
the words I scribble in black ink,
no one shall know
the truth behind the mask.
The mask made of ink,
the mask made of scibbles;
my mask,
that I use to hide.
No one will ever understand
what scribbled ink means to me,
no one will ever speak
the words my lips wish to make.
The words of fire,
the fire from passion,
my passion from within.
No one will ever read
what runs through my boggled mind,
No one will ever guess
what I truly hide;
what's hidden with the fire,
the fire of passion,
the passion
hidden behind the mask.
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{Thank you for reading and once again, please comment your thoughts below, I'd really appreciate it!}
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