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I found myself attending costume parties without a mask. I was ashamed of myself. So, I began to wear costumes and masks. People approved greatly—they called me many things: kind, gentle, honest—a good person. And, suddenly I found myself unable to take off the costume. I looked around to find myself alone once more in my attempt to escape. I realised what fools they were—what a fool I had been. So, now I attend without a costume. I ignore their comments—"Oh, what happened to the kind boy I used to know?"—because no longer do I play the fool's game.
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Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 3:25 PM UTC
The Fool's Party
I found myself attending costume parties without a mask. I was ashamed of myself. So, I began to wear costumes and masks. People approved greatly—they called me many things: kind, gentle, honest—a good person. And, suddenly I found myself unable to take off the costume. I looked around to find myself alone once more in my attempt to escape. I realised what fools they were—what a fool I had been. So, now I attend without a costume. I ignore their comments—"Oh, what happened to the kind boy I used to know?"—because no longer do I play the fool's game.
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Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 3:25 PM UTC
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