A layer of illusion

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I pull out my makeup,

Getting ready for the day.

The yellow powder lights my face up

While inside it's dark and gray.


And I keep my act on,

Masking my true feelings.

I mustn't let them show,

Until the makeup starts peeling.



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I feel like this isn't what I fully meant.

Hm.

Is the notebook broken?

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