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Put my best mask on,
walked in a masquerade,
told myself I'd be different,
loved the self I newly made.

The moment I took the first step--
the second one--
I wanted to turn back and flee,
but failure won.

I met people
everywhere and anywhere.
What good suits
and accessories they wear!

Then I met you in a full mask.
Good suit and good acts.
We had small then big talks,
relations more than pacts.

Your mask was thick and secure;
you won't say your name.
You got the most sincere eyes
and wildest stares I wanna tame.

You faced me even more seriously,
looking into my bare eyes,
and it feels like our masks are off,
making fool of the wise.

You showed me your second mask--
plain and black--then you
whispered to me so no one could hear,
"Lies looked familiar but not you."

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