The Mask

Drawn by the eyes, not led by the heart. Blame the mind for foolish thinking. What pleased the eye blinded judgement. Later bringing regret and a yearning for a second chance. 
Infatuated with the mask. Intrigued by its intricate design. But what happens when the mask cracks, design is neglected. What happens when the mask can no longer be kept? 

Well then there goes the love. .

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