Mask

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The masked man will come,
To take you out of the sun.
Salty tears will run down your cheeks,
But no one will be there to dry them for you.

Alone your heart will yelp in pain,
Alone you will scream, but only a rattle will come out,
Because no one will understand who you are, Nobody will sight under that mask.

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