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Jun 2015
Everyone is putting a mask over my face
Most mask make me also phobic
On my worldly mask you put another mask
Some put color on my black stain
While most put black stain on my color rainbow
We have invented ways to cover our faces
And paint a mask that suits our perception
When will you see deep inside my heart?
When will you see deep inside my soul?
And see the real me?
Melancholy of Innocence
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Melancholy of Innocence  Planet Earth
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