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What Lurks Beneath the Mask?
Warm, salty tears, Oozed from their sockets. Wiped from my face, And gathered in my pockets. These tears become ink, Collected for my pen, To harness my truth, For my heart to mend. I am broken down, Shattered in a rainstorm, My truth is hidden, And my face conforms. Tucked away in plain sight, When…
Sy Redemption 