The mask I wear is but this skin of mine,
They find it unbelievable to have this much shine,
Is it through a fault of mine,
one can't assume to see the shine?
Or are we so weary,
to see ambivalence behind every disguise?
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 3:09 PM UTC
The mask I wear is but this skin of mine,
They find it unbelievable to have this much shine,
Is it through a fault of mine,
one can't assume to see the shine?
Or are we so weary,
to see ambivalence behind every disguise?
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