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isn't life essentially just a masquerade ball?


if i seem sad,

or if i my smile seems forced 

don't worry

it's just my facade slipping

give it a minute and i'll be "me" again.

 

(j.a.s.s)

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Though I hope people can find a little bit of themselves reading my pieces, I just want to clarify that I write to express myself and my poetry isn’t here for anyone’s sake but my own. (j.a.s.s)

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