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Jun 20
Without substance, void of faith
Seeking facts among the fiction
For the price seems too steep
Privilege lost that was never had
This heart is blackstone, hollow within
Day to day, sinking further down
Fake a smile of sincerity,
For all the world's a stage, and we are but merely actors
Or whatever Shakespeare meant.
Reveal yourself, masked man
Uncover the fear you bring
In a cloak of anxiety and dread
For these lay dormant yet dominant within this vessel
From this side of the mirror, it is all you will ever see
C Solace
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C Solace  35/F
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