I am
there’s a painted face
and there’s a doll
there’s a blank canvas
and there’s a white wall
something that was built
and something that refuses to fall
something here in the present
and something the past can not recall
a perfect blankness
and a perfect—
—no
I am a human
someone with emotion
a person who thinks
an exitance that’s unique
a Soul that Feels—
—a perfect mask for all.
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