My mask is nothing but my real face
they do not believe
as they try to tear my face their masks start to tear.
They fear my silence because it makes them hear the echo of their collapsing souls.
Dec 21, 2024
Dec 21, 2024 at 10:22 PM UTC
My mask is nothing but my real face
they do not believe
as they try to tear my face their masks start to tear.
They fear my silence because it makes them hear the echo of their collapsing souls.
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