derangedscars
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"It's just, it feels like I have a mask on my face, that I'm always not myself. And I don't like it. I'm stuck," I looked down, ashamed of my words.
I felt like crying, but I just can't.
I felt a smooth hand tilting my chin upwards. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see. The same hand than covered both of my cheeks, then slowly peeled his hand away. I peeked open an eye, confused.
"There, I took off your mask," He said softly, "It's not that hard after all."
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