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This world is not for me.
Surviving Masks plays every single second.
Nothing personal just a MUST.
They get so used to it that they forget the real person.
Turning into an emotionless robot that reacts to commands and precisions.
Unacceptable is looking at someone showing feelings.
Oh, where are we heading?!
Shaped into Voiceless Screaming Souls fade into the Oblivion.
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Ina Zeneli
In love with writing books for kids, young adults, poetry, and novels.
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Comments (4)
Masks everywhere, a daily carnival. Veils of tears searching for redemption :)
Such a sad truth. Love how you express yourself in this poem.
Oh, this one packs a punch! A sharp, no-nonsense callout of a world full of masked robots—deep but effortlessly cool. That last line? Chills.
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