Leaving

Her mask

coated in

enamel

didn't let anyone

see

what was truly

the matter.

It sparkled

and shined,

distracting us

from seeing

the cracks.

 

She was like

a cave,

succeeding from

our group

of friends.

We told her

about our love,

we told her

that we'd

always

be there,

but still

she was

like a cave.

 

The End

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