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I sat there looking at each face.
They just keep staring at me.
My heart beats loud and fast.
No one knows who I am.
No one knows my true colors.
They surround me and pass their judgement.
A judgement that has no truth.
They don't know my colors.
I can't take off the mask that conceals them.
by
LoveMeDeadposted on 06/18/2009
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