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Behind the scars,
And the facade Is a person. A feeling, Breathing, Dying, Person. Behind the mask- Is someone with Memories, Emotions, Dreams, Fears, And a life. Because hiding Is the easiest Most natural, Quickest, Safest, Thing to do. Don’t pity me, Or be angry; Enraged, Disappointed, Ashamed, That I hide. Instead ask, Ask why I hide? Ask where? With whom? When- And what I hide from? I hide under these scars- Their stability Comforts me. Consoles Protects And shields me. They hide me. Behind the scars, And the facade Is a person: Feeling, Breathing, Dying, And hiding from you.
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