Scars
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Tue, Mar 29, 2016
This abyss consumes me deeper each day. It's my business, not anyone else's on how i really feel inside. This mirage, this mask, that I wear everyday gives people the thought that they even have a glimpse of who I really am. Truth be told, they know nothing. DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS STRICTLY FICTIONAL, EVENTS IN THIS STORY HAVEN'T HAPPENED IN REAL LIFE.
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