Remove the Mask
Every body is afraid of being themselves, losing it in between the lies and false smiles. Who do we become, who are we, just puzzles of others personalities melding into a damaged piece. So is our imaginations the place we run to, or from? The truth of the matter is that, the solace of being us is not behind a mask but out their without it.
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