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He could no longer hold in the pain that welt in his heart. He could not breathe from the weight on his sholders. He could not look anybody in the eye to from the fear of them seeing his blackened heart. But there was her. She was always around to laugh and brighten his day, but it stopped, she was no longer there. Peice by peice the fragments of his memories burned holes in his mind. It all dissapeared, swallowed up by the darkness. He must not let them see, he must not let them hear, and so from that day a mask was born. But to anybody who could see, a light burned beneath that mask. But could the bearer of the mask see it?
Yes I know it's short. But it's the beginning. I was inspired by the fic, Stranger than fiction. Please review.
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