There comes a day when all
the masks you hide behind
fall away:
The pleasing mask.
The staying small mask.
The mask you believed
would guarantee you love,
if only you could keep it on.
There comes a day
when lying to
yourself is no
longer an option, and
the truth can no
longer be ignored.
When that day comes,
be still and listen,
for it is your soul
whispering: you've
found me at last.
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