Ground

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Their words are strong.
No matter how much tape I use,
My smile still peels off.

The mask cracks a little more everyday.
Their words haunt me,
Echoing in my ears,
Dry tears stain my face.

I don't need to worry anymore,
The ground will be there,
To catch me.

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