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All is dust
By silentninja
I have nothing to do today
Same as yesterday
A repeat of tomorrow
I wake in an evolving world
Evolves around me
Revolves without me
The years steal youth from my fibre
In my heart I am only Seventeen
In my mind I am forever twentyone
Dust piles before
As hous turn to seconds
Only two times a day exist
And one is not even daytime
I don't feel happy
I dont feel sad
I just don't feel
I am nothing without my mask
No-one sees me
No-one even looks at me
People turn away when my mask cracks
I return to the silence
To watch another eternity
Vanish into nothing
I'll exist in the shadows
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Copyright 2015 silentninja
Published on Wednesday, March 11, 2015.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Monday, March 16, 2015, Dismalmind
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wrote:
When mask falls, our weak nature is exposed, and People are afraid of its authencity...
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On Thursday, March 12, 2015, Nimue44
(296) wrote:
Masks is what people see all the time. Maybe that's what we're afraid of. The silence that's between every tic tac. The distance between your nose and your mask.
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