Mask

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I’m tired of the mask

The fake smiles, little laughs

Dawning a life far fetched from my own

Covering a secret, battered skin, fragile bone

Wounds from my battle, long since past

Take a slow breath, pray its the last

Want to be break free, let go, move on

Let the disease take over, pass before dawn

I’m tired of the mask, I want to be free

I wish I could put the demons to rest, and return to me

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