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This is a story I made, It's called "mask"
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I think the worst thing about being alone, is assuming that you are invisible, if you feel like you are outside of everything, the painful feeling of despair.
You put on a mask, it's not just any ordinary mask, it's a mask to hide your tears, your pain, your emotions of reckless destruction to your everlasting mind.
You're hurt inside and outside, and nobody seems to notice, you never want or care for them to make a slight gleam of worry.
So you put on your mask, but there's something enlightening about this mask, something that makes your body shiver in discomfort and inexperience.
Your mask, is just a smile.
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