Mask

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I'm weary of myself
Of my plastic face
If it melts
People will run from what is left

It's not a sweet smile
But a thin lipped line
There are no shiny eyes
Rather those filled with a void.

It's not the face of an angel
But rather a reflection of sin
If I show you my real self
Would you want me then?

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