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Hiding

When did you get so good
at hiding?
Did you learn it like I did?
Hiding yourself from
scrutinising eyes,
critical, watchful gazes,
loose lips?

How long has it been
since you last cried?
No one saw you, did they?

Calm and cold,
but that was just a mask,
wasn't it?
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