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A Mask of Impurity


So many people wear beautiful masks

Masks that decieve the mind and infect it

A virus that makes us feel the same

Everyone laughs at the creatures who are different

The brave souls who peeled off this parasite

They bare their cuts, bruises, and scars with dignity

These perfect little masks hide our flaws

A mindless person is born with the ideology

The ideology that other people are wretched monsters

But it doesn't matter how long you hide

Age will always catch up to you

People should stop worrying about how they talk, act, and look like

Because a heart of irredesence will last a lifetime

The people who are being laughed at are more human

They understand and appreciate things no one else would

Beauty is only skin deep

It is a philosphy of imperfect things

Imperfection is the only type of perfection

That's what nobody took the time to undersand

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