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30 Masks


You're as clear as glass

and the nastiest mess;

You have different personalities

and about thirty masks;

You guide others throug the dungeon

with nothing to see;

You're heart's darker than ebony

just like your soul;

I called you a friend

now you're my foe;

I was blinded-

not by your kindness,

but with mask number four.

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Just like any other, there's a mystery behind my smile..... it's up to you to figure it out(;

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