The mask

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I am not an angel
I am a descendant from hell
Sent to torture
But have seen only good
I don't understand these humans
Even if they themselves hurt
They help
But that is only a cover
A mask you could say
To hide their demons
For they hold
The same fate as I
Torture
Even if it makes us cry
Even if we are the angels inside

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