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The Facade

Pretty face,cosmetics, lace,blue eye shadows,forming shadows,hiding lies,bitterness and spite,

Who was she? Who had she become?

With her innocence now gone. She had lost her identity,where would this type of woman fit in this cold world,what was her life depleting?

Her standards were crushed,while chasing love in a rush she had no time to pray or the right words to say.

She felt like a raged doll filled with hay,no real feelings,none that really mattered.

She was existing and not living the life God wanted her to,

She had become someone else and time was running out as her mask began to crack.

Written by

Laurna Guiste

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