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ShouldEverBeForgot

Published: Feb 10, 2010

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Talking isn't my thing
Emotions don't show
Masks covered with a smile
Lies and fake stuff
Are just used by me as a cover-up
A Cover up for a lot
No mercy
No Pity
I just live in a lie

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Kaz-D

Feb 12, 2010

Interesting emotions/thoughts shared here. I like the simplicity...alot conveyed with just a few short meaningful lines, it works really well

One point...Cover-up and Cover up...you used a dash in one but not the other..

Just a thought for consistency.

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