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A big part of me doesn’t want this pandemic to end I don’t think I’m ready to take off my mask and let people see me—blemishes and all—and find out what I actually look like I don’t even remember what my face is like without a filter—          (I don’t want to be reminded) I don’t remember what it feels like not to live my day from one meeting to another, finding solace in between the hours where I get to turn-off the camera and vanish for a while I want to hide forever; behind a mask, a camera, it doesn’t really matter. I just want to hide I’ve been rummaging my closet for oversized clothing for the past couple of weeks—         (It’s been difficult. I’m huge. I didn’t know I took so much space) Hiding...I should’ve trained myself to be better at this. It’s quite handy especially since I’ve grown quite fond of not being perceived I want to be the type of person no one remembers—       (This one’s easy. There’s nothing particul...

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