People with mask

People with mask

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Everywhere I look people with masks are all I see in front me, from the moment I wake till I fall asleep. Moments when I’d just sit and wonder about what’s really going on, do I really know these people or am I somewhere I don’t belong? Trying to recall the moments the memories of what was my past, I can’t remember, I don’t want to remember, all I want is to be left alone for these people in masks could never by related to me. Everywhere I look I see people in masks talking, whispering and all I could feel is anger building up inside of me, who are people really? Why are you even in my life? Why are you even trying to talk to me when you know you really don’t care? I lost it all once when I shouldn't have because now I’m only seven years of me with my troubled past hunting my every being. I’m glad it happened because now I can’t be deceived I won’t be deceived by the idea of love from the people whom I once hold dear to me who are now wearing masks. Corrupted without a doubt by the lies someone once told a separation was made which just leaves me to wonder was it all charade a plan or an enactment of what has come to be. I hate feeling this way but I can’t help it it’s just the way I feel. No love even though we breathe the same air or as the saying goes blood is thicker than water but now everything is clear no love for everywhere I look people with masks are all I see in front of me.
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Writing is a terrifying act of creation that requires us to push past the fear of being known and bare our souls to others. It gives us a glimpse into our multifaceted lives, both as writers who share their stories and as readers who bring their own unique experiences to what they read. Writing serves as a beautiful connection to each other and our world. This collection of poetry and prose is intended for those of us who feel we have lost our connections and sometimes feel a little less than human because of it.

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