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That face we hide behind those masks ,

the ones that shield us from the past.

A false escape from pain and tears,

that’s kept us hiding all these years.

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Prisoners of a battle done,

sad to say, that no one won.

Just broken, bruised a vacant shell,

shadows of our former selves.

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Closed off to love,

and second chances.

Victims of life’s circumstances.

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Afraid to open up that door

for fear of being hurt once more

Hard to believe someone could care,

for that wounded soul in there.

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So we hide away, and dream alone,

of passion that could match our own.

Separating false, manipulative words,