A girl
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Am I all that's left of a child that I knew, who is now empty of all that shown so true? Nothingness remains leaving me so hollow. All that's left is pain for my mind to swallow. Oh, I know you'd scream if I removed this mask and tore away the dream. Well now the mask is broke. Take a good look inside. I'm as empty as my jokes. The young girl I knew has died. I am only an empty shell now. A mask that the young girl left when her mind went to hell and took away her joy. The smile you see is fake. The laughter is a lie. The joy is what I make from when I want to cry. I know but one command left to me when the girl had gone, and so I serve her bright demand and pretend that nothing's wrong. I complain about useless faults that mean nothing much in life, so none will peer into my vault, this empty shell filled with strife. But come, make merry and I'll make merry too. Don't leave behind the girl that you once knew.
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