Mask...

Thu, 05/08/2014 - 12:44 -- Dtrishy

Sunlight brings about fake smiles, and energy. Moonlight brings out the true self. The one who cries themself to sleep. While the sun shines we all play the role, as an actor on a stage. Slowly dwindling away we remove our mask, as we lay on our bed at the end of the day. Sometimes tears of fear, or tears of happiness flow, while other nights prays from your soul are said. Everyone has a mask, unique to themself. 

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