Digital drawing · free verse · poetry

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Hidden is my mask,

To hide from everything and everyone,

Coz in all my trials,

I know not a single one who sees me in my weakness.

In that weakness I am covered by my joys of my tears.

I am covered of all anxieties that never ends nor begin to shatter me.

So yes,

I will hide,

To put on the mask until the day I walk to the path,

Where all shades come to the intersection of afterlife.





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