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This is for the guy who thinks he's too imperfect,  for that girl who thinks she's not amazing enough...... You are stunning! 


I had a mask
Carefully carved for me by fear
I heard he got the best smiths for this task
Nothing else got much of my care

Never had I seen such a beauty
At first, it worked so much magic
Every guy wanted to be my buddy
Even the prettiest girls wanted something romantic

It started from my friends
They said the stone mask looked better
Siblings complained the jaw didn't have enough bend
Some even said the best masks were of terracotta 

So I bought every type I could find
Clay,wood, brass, steel... I had all
Like the arid sand obeys the most trivial wind
I succumbed to every call

Just while deep in thought
I realised how much of Fear's client I was
Too ashamed of the man behind the mask
That I tried to hide him from the world

I couldn't even recall the man
It had been long I checked him in the mirror
If he was still a boy or now a man
If he was still dark or now fairer

So in the middle of the night
I burnt the masks
To bring this man to Limelight
Like twilights in dusks

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