Stripped
Behind the mask
I have been stripped
Stripped away from all that was mine
I am just a plain face
Left out in the cold to wither away
My eyes fill with tears
I am a souless soul
My being has been stripped
Stripped from what was mine
My superiors have ripped my heart
Now I am nothing
Stripped
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