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My Mask

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dominaeexitium

Published: May 18, 2013

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I put on my brittle mask
Hope you can't see the cracks

I pretend to be at ease
I can hardly breathe

The pressure is too much
I wish I could wake up

Bleeding stomach
Shaking hands
When will this nightmare end?

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