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If you have a moment, Sir or Madam, would you please hear my lament, of the sad and woeful tale Of Fail. Hidden behind masks, Enscribed with who he wished to be, Yet, Ever so deceptive, Of his true identity. Today, I am Ceasar, Tomorrow, Shakespeare. Yet, These masks, Are but a tool... Tomorrow's play, They will soon say, Shall be my most glorious act, Known to man! With no regret, Do not fret, I shall don the greatest of all masks... Myself! Now, you may ask, Who is Myself? We put our true identity on the shelves, To show no mortal, not even ourselves! Yet, perhaps... Bear with me... If I were myself... I would be content with myself! No, no, no...Forgive Me! Who am I to say this the way to be! The only way to be merry...is to be someone who I am not! To please others is the way to attain happiness, is it not? Fail discarded his "Myself" mask that day, Yet, forevermore, everyday, He questioned who he was, As he never truly felt to be himself. Now, since you have stuck by me until the end of this tale, And, with the unfortunate Fail, I inquire of you, and, please, discard all of your masks, if you can: Who are you, really?
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
Identity
If you have a moment, Sir or Madam, would you please hear my lament, of the sad and woeful tale Of Fail. Hidden behind masks, Enscribed with who he wished to be, Yet, Ever so deceptive, Of his true identity. Today, I am Ceasar, Tomorrow, Shakespeare. Yet, These masks, Are but a tool... Tomorrow's play, They will soon say, Shall be my most glorious act, Known to man! With no regret, Do not fret, I shall don the greatest of all masks... Myself! Now, you may ask, Who is Myself? We put our true identity on the shelves, To show no mortal, not even ourselves! Yet, perhaps... Bear with me... If I were myself... I would be content with myself! No, no, no...Forgive Me! Who am I to say this the way to be! The only way to be merry...is to be someone who I am not! To please others is the way to attain happiness, is it not? Fail discarded his "Myself" mask that day, Yet, forevermore, everyday, He questioned who he was, As he never truly felt to be himself. Now, since you have stuck by me until the end of this tale, And, with the unfortunate Fail, I inquire of you, and, please, discard all of your masks, if you can: Who are you, really?
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
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