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CC BY-NDWe wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
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I have a bf Im 14 I'm depressed but a bright outside figure I'm fun I'm very pretty I have brown hair I like wearing dresses and bright colors but on the inside I'm dying and I'm hoping to be a famous writer but I don't think I would ever reach my goal..
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