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Behind Those Masks

LETTURE 94
Voti 29
Parti 5
Tempo 48m

LETTURE 94
Voti 29
Parti 5
Tempo 48m

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Khry Mharizze Marcelle already perfected the art of pretending infront of everybody surrounds her.Hiding her real emotions is a piece of cake for her.

She was taught by her past, to never let anyone see you weak and in tears.

Unconsciously Khry did a mask to conceal and protect her bare wounded soul.

And that is pretending.

She's used on faking her emotions, she's used on pretending, she's used of always putting a mask on.

Most of the people around her admire her gleefulness and strength.But behind of everyone's knowledge she's far from being one, behind the mask she use, is the wounded soul, behind the bright smile she wear is a crying woman in the dark corner.

No one knows her misery.She didn't let anyone see her weak state not even a glance.Until one day she's drowning herself with liquors, she unknowngly break down and crying shamelessly to the stranger.

She took off her mask for a while infront of this stranger.She let herself be weak and  being console by someone whom she didn't know.She let out what she really feels and who she really is behind those masks. And there is one thing she feel.

She feels free...  and it feels good.Tutti i diritti riservati

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