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In a world where facades earn applause,
The soul dances alone, behind closed doors.
Smiles are painted, laughter on cue,
But beneath the mask, the spirit is blue.
Eyes may sparkle, yet they deceive,
Hiding the truths we scarcely believe.
For who dares to bare their unmasked heart,
In fear that their world may fall apart?
So we tread on, in masquerade’s ball,
Where true expressions are hidden from all.
Yet hope whispers, one day we’ll unmask,
And in our authenticity, we’ll bask. 11 replies
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