The masks that we wear
Are ready to tear
From the use and abuse that they field
When the smiles we fake
Are beginning to break
And the cracks create rifts in our shields
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- Day 60: Heavy Thoughts
- Day 59: I Run
- Day 58: Crazy Game of Poker
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- Day 55: Life is a Top
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- Day 52: The Clock Struck Who?
- Day 51: Hold Me Back
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- Day 47: Masks
- Day 46: A Moment to Collect Myself
- Day 45: Some Really Fly Flannel
- Day 44: Living in the Shadows
- Day 43: Wind
- Day 42: Catch Your Breath
- Day 41: Life's about Unlearning
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