A Mask, a hard unfeeling thing that suppress all emotions, cold to the touch allowing those who wear it to go through the motions. Different colors and shapes and sizes to distract the world from how you truly feel inside. But after awhile you lose your self to the mask and lose your self. Am I the mask or is the mask me or am I someone completely else. So long I have hid even I don't recognize myself. Am I lost to myself or can I find myself. Am I the mask or is the mask me or am I someone else or maybe can I be someone new.
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