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Those days when our masks fit right,

the skeletons stayed in their closet being silent,

thoughts bounced around staying away from the skeletons memories,

the sun shone after a refreshing rain,

the world felt nice and comfortable,

then the skeletons started making noise and intruding,

the carefully constructed masks started to crack,

you made the tentative steps seeking help,

everything shattered,

you sent those skeletons packing,

you reconstructed some of the masks for use as needed,

others were swept up and put in the trash,

you looked at the world with childlike eyes again,

bird song, puffy cloud shapes, summer breezes, winter snowflakes, frost drawings on the windows...

all was right with the world again and those close to you saw that you were reborn and really at peace.

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