My moments started when I wore my first mask,. Oh what a beautiful day. The day I hid my scars,and blue emotions away. Since then, I started writing to my name a mystery,. Which was to never be told. Just a personal diary,where distress was stored. Pages of my grief were filled everyday. Every struggle and loss,veiled. And slowly I made up moments,. Moments which would steer my life on its own berm. The moment you mark as the moment of lost smiles.

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