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Mask


Each bruise you leave is a kiss goodnight. Each time you taunt her...

It's your way of telling her it will be alright..

You don't see the pain within her eyes. The smile, the laugh honey there all a discise.

This mask will never truly fade. It's something she's forced to hide away.

Something that will forever stay! You blame her every time your down

even though she's the only one whose ever been around. 

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meashka
<p>This is about my mother</p>

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