I wear a mask to conceal my feelings,
Hide them in an envelope with broken parts.
I'm a puzzel with missing peices,
Never to be whole.
I walk and live somehow with this broken heart,
How I do this, I'll never know.
I thought I had my life back,
Only to find out it died.
Without any warning of explanation,
Only that it was no more.
I wear a mask to conceal my feelings,
Hide them in an envelope filled with broken parts.
Never to be seen by the world.
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Oh Trysta, I can feel the emotion...