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Behind the mask

Life sure has a way of putting mask into people’s hands and convincing them to wear it

My fate hasn’t persist to fail
Nor my happiness remains to jail
Am sad and it makes me happy,I can never be happy and that’s not sad at all
I leave a fulfilling sad life but my poor soul looting for redemption
My fragile lie will collapse should it ever fail
I don’t know my name
I can’t tell of how I became
Blood flowing through my brain
Adrenaline rush through my thought
My Dopamine sprouts out
But the me I see is a dying happy soul
Am thought to be loved but my demon gives me chills.

By Michelle ✍️

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