Poker face
The only reason why I'm here. Is because of you. You and him. You and me. I'm here for support. But what happens when this is the side of me that I don't want to show. Don't want to show. Don't want to know. Nope. I'm hidden behind my mask. My perfect poker face. I'm a girl hidden behind a masqurade. Lost in the parade. People don't stare, but if I took off my mask They would.
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