This mask is cracking and I'm losing my grip.
I can hear the smile begin to rip.
Slowly I'm falling.
And slowly I'm calling.
"Please help me, I'm more then sick."
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Poetry"why are all my poems about you?" {highest is #3 in poetry} {cover by @wallflower_r} {completed}
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This mask is cracking and I'm losing my grip.
I can hear the smile begin to rip.
Slowly I'm falling.
And slowly I'm calling.
"Please help me, I'm more then sick."
