Personas Masks & Facades, surrounded by multitudes, existing in solitude, animated elation & seemingly greener sides a mere mirage! Bright smiles melt into snarls as soon my back is turned, friendly tones dip to scathing flames of gossip, slashing & tearing, grinding my character to chocking dust. Your warmth chills me to the bone, why can't you just be real FRIEND??
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