A masquerade
Am I not a mime, for the world sees none of my crimes; my promises are all fibs in disguise.
Alas, I'm a coward; mustn't let my truth hover.
Tell me, will they not have me shattered if I bare my minds true platter.
Now ofcourse, I shall continue my facade for I crave their belaud.
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