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The mask
By leluna
When they leave, they're prepared to slap that mask on and play the games of the outside world- while I struggle to keep their feelings at bay. It is my job to keep the festering misery from unleashing. I become a vessel for their pain. I tuck it away in my pocket of sorrow.
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© 2005 leluna
Published on Monday, October 24, 2005.
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"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
the words u write
r so beautifuly right
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On Saturday, January 14, 2006, Johny_D_Lewis
(467)
wrote:
like i do, calling it like i see it, very true
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On Wednesday, October 26, 2005, Err0r
(365) wrote:
I wish I had a pocket of sorrow... Beautiful write.
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