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By bedazzled

Dusty tears on my pillow and I hide in the creases. In the darkness I smooth the divide, snagging on the jagged edges, blood in my brain. Beat, beat, beat, finger on my pulse, aching disbelief. How did I ever wind up here? In the light I am hidden, such a beautiful mask even I believe myself. It's ok, you are the painter of my smile. Nothing else exists. My heart is stripped, tattered denial, dirty on the floor and bandages of protection discarded. How could I ever move from here?

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