Became friends with the masked boy.
Never saw his face.
Created a perfect image inside my head.
Mistook it for seeing the boy behind the mask.
Found out the hard way that he does not exist.
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My poems~
PoetryI'm just gonna leave this here. This is a way for me to deal with my feelings, please don't judge me :) Not all poems are about me though, being creative with words is what helps. Most of this is in English, but there are some Dutch parts as well. T...
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Became friends with the masked boy.
Never saw his face.
Created a perfect image inside my head.
Mistook it for seeing the boy behind the mask.
Found out the hard way that he does not exist.
