Rilke's Book of Hours
Each day I play a part
in the performance called life
I am not who I am
who you percieve me to be
it is an act
just an act
I wear a mask on my face
for hours, days, years
my whole life I will wear this mask
till it becomes my face
the only one people know
but it's not me
never me
just my mask
who I think you want me to be
so that is who I am
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