My Mask

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I hide behind a mask. A mask painted with a dazzling smile and kind eyes. A mask that laughs, and loves, and brightens any room. A mask that everyone loves. 

But I am not that mask. I am a ghost, small and scared. Hateful and angry. Alone. I am so scared one day that mask is going to crack. That the walls i've built so carefully will falter and my kingdom will become nothing but rubble and ash. And I will be there, alone with no one else to blame.

No one to hold me. No one to save me. So i will crumble just like the world around me. and I will be nothing but dust, blown away in a breeze.

Forgotten and alone.

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