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Beautifully Broken
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Personal (Melancholy) She was just a child
of about five or six
when she found a mask.
It became her countenance
the rest of her youth.
Then it was painted on
permanently when
she became an adult.
It was a prison
that she hid behind.
This wall is a tomb,
a part of her died
there every year.
She knew darkness
because it was her home.
She wasn't born like this,
her destiny wasn't pain
but still it's all she knows.
Her heart has been scarred,
but it's not a hopeless cause.
She's beautifully broken.
