A Tale of Masquerades

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“I smile, I laugh and I grin, on the face

I weep, I cry and tear up, under this glaze

Its a masquerade; where all is pretend

A lie; which is but the truth

Its a jolly facade that I carefully extend

To find my way; against my strife

that impairs my vision and infects my thoughts

Because the outside is disintegrating in shots

A profuse of hate cutting through like a knife.

Hope to come out of the mask in afterlife

Because the end is when all masks fall off through the eyes.”

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