Mask

There is nothing just as bad
as being empty and feeling threatened
by that broken piece you left
inside my rotting soul.
Kiss my body. Make me whole.

The saddest part comes
when the pain is so strong
that even the mask I put
covers only the broken pieces
but cannot present happiness.

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