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Scarred.

I scared you. The knowledge I had of you, scared you. I became the personal diary you never wrote. You could see the ghosts of your past reflected in my eyes, each time you looked into them. I became a reminder of what you were trying to forget. My comfort with you, scared you. YouContinue reading “Scarred.”

Masks.

She masquerades an inner beauty, Afraid to show her true skin, The glaze of pious may bedazzle others, And they may brand her to be sinfully evil. … He masquerades an inner sensitiveness, Empathy and concern lie just beneath, But the world around tells him to man up, To blend in he treats everyone roughContinue reading “Masks.”