Pain of a winter morning
This chilling pain from the winter morning is nothing compared to the pain I have to hide. I have to put on an act day after day, no one knows how I rely feel, or really am, they see what they want to see, I am but a face with many different masks, the mask that I seem to were the most is the mask of happiness, under Neath all the masks I have a face of pain and sorrow. But few will ever see that side, and even fewer will ever care. I feel like I am at a ball, you were a mask so know one sees your true face. It is not fun at all it hurts a lot, you have no idea how much pain and suffering I have indured.
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