I'm on my way to a masquerade,
A masquerade indeed,
I paint a smile on my face,
To hide inside the real me,
I'm on my way to a masquerade,
A masquerade indeed,
With a painted smile and a pretty face,
No one suspects a thing.
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Solitary days and humble nights
PoetryThis is a book of poetry and short story's Book 1
