The MaskA Poem by Tiffany
It sufficates me, Choking me until I can barley breath. It turns on me with the most devilish of intentions. It hides my past, while destroying my future. It brings me to my kness, while reveling my darkest secrets. It is my destruction. yet, it is my savior. It hides my mistakes, locks them away so no one can see. It protects my heart from lies, and covers my ears from the dreadful sound of truth. It alone holds the secrets to my own life. Taunting me with the key. © 2009 TiffanyReviews
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