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I, alone.

When the door is shut

The lights turned off

Curtains drawn

Windows closed

Noises out

Friends gone

Data turned off

The world away

I alone

And the mask pulled off

Then that which has been hidden becomes exposed.

All restraints broken

Like the stream never running dry

The tears begin to flow

And after crying a river full,

Swimming in my pain, I lay down

Awaiting the next day

To pick on the mask once more.

Wetin concern bicycle with fuel station?😂



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