I've put on so many masks
To hide all the pain and tears.
I wore them like a second skin.
Because I promised myself
That I wouldn't let anyone in.
I've cried so many tears
That my cheeks are probably stained.
I've been numb for so long
That I don't even recognize real pain.
To you this is just part of some silly old game.
And maybe in reality it really is.
But it won't even matter in the end.
For with every day that I rise,
There comes a new level of pain
That only wants to make me stumble and
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~a.k.
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Polaroid Poems
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