My mask is more familiar than my face
Maybe because i carry it with such ease, such grace
I've worn it so long i think its apart of me
It hides the person i don't want you to see
But now she's here and it slowly falls
I struggle to hold it up but i lose it all
The pieces fall to the floor and crack
I hope she could stop me from doing that.
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BOOK 1
You are nineteen and a awfully cheerful girl for your age. your kinda like the basic white girl like always wearing cute pink clothes. but no matter that you are kind. Maybe too kind for your own good...