Her Mask My mask, bound by fear Concrete carapaces of distress Compelled as shackles-hinging her faith to absence Sentiments, emotions Binding a makeshift, yet impermanent guard To be shattered Anger is her weakness She was ought to be...
– by Kayla Lucke
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