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the masks we wear

Lily is chucked out of her own house at the age of 3.

„The soul does not die, and it comes back to Me, but I call the man to account for those that he had done to his soul.”

Everyone reading this lives on Earth.
Everyone reading this has experienced being late, or early, or right on time.
Everyone reading this knows that a watched pot never boils.
And nobody knows how to really see life, for what it truly is.
This poem tells you how.

I honestly dont quite know yet, and sorry for this "ghsdzofjghkldjgfjdghkldfghkld gjhkdlghalkd gkfdlgh kghkdlf ghkldfjh gjk5thkjhyjkdrkdthkjdfgh fjdkghkfjd ghkdjfghdfk ggfjkd ghfkd jg"

This is a poem I wrote about two days ago... and am quite happy with. TO THE BADDIES: i don't care what YOU think about it. I know I did a good job, and that is all that matters.

TO MY FRIENDS... I love you all and I hope you like the poem.

Observations and quotes I made.

I just stuck it in a category cause I couldn't find one.

I'm gonna keep updating this, I got the idea from Texish.

The cobalt waters were warm and welcoming. Azura swam alone, but noticed that the cottage on the hill had lights in the windows. Did she dare show herself to these strangers and trust they would keep her secret?