The Mask

Pretending to be strong for everyone else, while collapsing everyday under the weight of my despair, too tired to fight off my demons that choke back my hope. Worn out to the point of exhaustion, knowing I should pick up the pieces of myself before overcome by the next wave of hopelessness, because theres always another wave...one more severe more taxing and more damaging to my heart and mind.

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