You make your face a mask.
A mask that hides your face.
A face that hides the pain.
A pain that eats your heart.
A heart that knowbody knows.
Under the mask that hides your face.
That hides the pain that knobody knows.
Is the scar from the sore,
that you hide with the mask,
that eats at your soul that knowbody knows.
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