the mask
underneath the eye shadow I have eyes that have seen death and life.
underneath the concealer I have skin that has been drowned in tears.
underneath the lipstick I have lips that have spoken the unspeakable.
underneath the earrings I have ears that have heard screams of joy and terror.
underneath it all I am but an observer: searching for the truth behind a mask.
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