Anonymous

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I sit

Writing these words

Hiding

Running from the truth

The mask conceals all

I trip

I fall

I stumble

He sees a glimpse

A chink in my armor

I panic

I scream

But only in my head

Does he see my fear

Can he know my thoughts

If I open the gate

Will he turn and run

Leaving my alone

Afraid

Isolated

I'm safe.

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