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Relativity of the Mask

I forgot this place full of hypocrites and people who preached the so called truth. I think I drifted apart from the rest of this God-awful shelter. Slap me to wake me and bring me home with the fire that was lost from my green eyes because I'm sorry that i left, I needed to find me, and not me but this actor, who pretends to be me is here. I'll take off my mask and bow one final time, for i think my audiences liveliness is dying but still I'll go along and rehearse to put on another show.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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