Poem #14

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For me all sweet dreams were broken
Because of the hateful words spoken
The stories I wish to tell
That brought me to this hell
I have to ask
Can you see through my mask
The one I wear all day long
That makes everything seem fine and not wrong.
Do you see it
Even just a little bit
That is all for now
So I must take a bow
But my story's not over
Until everything is game over.

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