my face
became like a river
in winter
frozen.
still.
emotionless
on the surface
but there were raging waters
& chaos
beneath
~ masks // insmniac
wearing a disguise was the only way i could prevent myself from being wounded the way i had been before
after all
you can't hurt what you can't see.
or can you ?
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men don't cry [Poetry]
Poetry[H.R. #6 - 7. 3. 18] "we wear our emotions like intricately decorated chains strung around our throats and then tuck them into our shirts" *** i sincerely hope you don't relate to any of these poems ~UPDATED DAILY~ 27/12/17 : #611 in Poetry 29/12/1...
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