She ran away, laughing, laughing with her mask.

She ran with her, chasing just a game of tag.

On the inside they hurt, hurt behind their mask, hurt from the scars left on them, the imprint they have. The drawings they make, the makeup they wear.

They don't know each other, yet they have the same scars, she isn't alone, she isn't alone,

Same time, same days, always dying for sleep, wishing for their past to stay. Never wanting the past to leave.

Everything was normal back then, everything was calm, everything was controlled...

No one knew about them, they were just a grain of sand on a boiling beach, scars on every side. Flat, and boring, and old.

They knew about pain, they know about pain, they didn't know who they were. Why they lived...

Fear won't let them go, Guilt won't stop hugging them, Panic won't stop greeting them, Depression won't stop abusing them, Hate won't stop talking with them,

They all are different...Different from each other, different from what society thinks of them, different from anyone.

She doesn't mind that they are her friends, she's not bothered by any of her old time 'friends',

They are with them all day, everyday, everywhere to every time.

Something's cannot be changed, somethings are better left unsaid.

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