A poker face. That's all. Plain expression as I stride through the hall. I don't want them to see the real me, the bare, raw, bleeding flesh. I don't want them to see the pain. They don't need to see the torture, they wouldn't understand it. And so a plain face, or a smile - my camoflague. Not trying to stand out, or ever draw attention. They'll never see beneath.

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