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Sep 2014
My mask is so perfect, that you cannot see past it
I smile so real that you can't tell it's plastic
But inside I am dying, crying for help
My heart's on fire and is beginning to melt
Why, why don't you see
The pain it engulfs me
I fear I may never see you again
Because it is the end
..of me..
Madame Red
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Madame Red
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