After a long day of wearing the mask, it finally falls to the ground. If only it would shatter as it hits the floor. But it doesn't. It remains in tact to see another day. Now the drained energy of the last 12 hours eases into my bones. The look on my face shifts. My eyes tear up for no reason. Ah yes, the sweet depression that hid lurking in the shadows while I existed through the day.
And now that it has all slid over me like a silk nightgown, I am once again invisible.
Sweetie, you are not invisible, you are always the sweet, beautiful, smart, loving woman I have always known.
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Being sweet, beautiful, smart, and loving has nothing to do with being visible.
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