The darkness comes and I hide in my hovel my face distorted to any who would come and find me, a caricature of what bravery is supposed to be with tears strolling down contorted cheeks and lips made of valleys and creeks. There are days when I'm ashamed of this weakness in me, and embrace it anyway. |
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*caricature is in a kind of sarcastic/sardonic way.