oh calamity.

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the sadness never ends.

I wish it would go away but it won't.

It follows me around all day,

and as the days pass

it's becoming clearer to people around me.

I no longer can wear that mask,

the mask I got so used to.

The mask that became part of me

and nearly took over my life.

I should be okay with that,

but I'm not.

I miss my mask,

was accustomed to it.

And as people see more of the real me,

the farther they go.

As if I'm a bomb ticking slowly,

ready to explode.

And one day, I will.

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