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Hidden identity

Why they always want him in my eyes,

I am petrified when they tell me to give him a chance again.

As I never want to leave my space,

The place I’ve created with all the happiness and grace.

He made me what I am today, I understand

He never shaped me into a piece of art,

This is my masterpiece, I’ve moulded all by myself.

So why do you see him in me, where is it hidden my identity!

I never cried over the loss, I always made myself strong,

When I hear you calling me

characters I have never played

I shatter more than I assemble myself.

Why do you see him in my eyes?

Do you when I see him I am petrified!

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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