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This mask I wear everyday, It is only a disgrace. Covering who I really am, But showing what I want people to see. This mask is the perfectionist in me.
Smiles, giggles and sparkling eyes. Soft kisses, date nights and tender looks. This seems like it could be. Together feels like butterflies and it flickers inside of me.  
I can't stay away.
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