There's this girl, she looks so scared. Every time I see her I want to cry or make whatevers wrong better. Every time I see her our eyes lock. I feel as though we're connected somehow. Sometimes she's by herself and her mask she wears sometimes slips. When she's with friends she puts on this bravo. It's like she's on top of the world. She's very good at this lying thing. Then one day it's raining. I see her outside. She's getting wet and I wonder why she won't come inside. When I go out there with my umbrella. I realizes there's only me.
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Beautifully written
this evokes a gripping message that some of us can so easily put on a mask, pretending to be someone we're not when really, down down inside, we are suffering. Keep up the good work.
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Powerful, it packs a sort of, I'm not sure what exactly, insight, message, wisdom maybe? Still it's a great little blip about the way we see ourselves, and coming to a realization.
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