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masks

there,
just above
my fake smile
is the real me,
not too many
get close
enough
to understand
what lies
hidden away
behind
this decorated
mask i wear,
the bleeding
tears
shed,
the tortured soul
stacked  
like treasure
in boxes
of human emotions
no one
is able
to unlock.
Written by abetterstart (james skinner)
Published
Author's Note
an idea for the title from a poem moony had written and posted, corner table.
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