My silent serial killer wears many masks and presents itself in various different ways — it can make it hard to distinguish my past from my reality.
Sometimes I start to retreat behind my own mask which used to serve as my defense mechanism... I try to smile with my heart and eyes and hope no one pays attention long enough to see the fragile, shattered soul underneath.
Isolation is my salvation. I don’t have to pretend when I’m by myself.
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