This mask, it falls away.
The plaster laughter falls, revealing the tears underneath.
And yet...
A shaky smile wavers under this rain.
To lose the tears means a stoic face.
Should I replace my mask and pretend like it never fell?
Never fell...
Never revealed myself...
Never showed you who I am...
Never see who you were...
Broken plaster, broken dreams, broken promises.
My heart is a bird with broken wings.
No matter how much I try to fly...try to soar...
I'm just beating myself to death.
What I love is killing me.
Come, Death, I await with open arms
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