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a collection of midnight thoughts, a collection of small voices that are desperate to be heard. -trigger warning- cover by @CNS2004 #135 on 1/12/17

Masquerade

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by alezxndra

by alezxndra

Let us go to a ball
where we can hide behind our masks.
Masks made of paper, and masks
made of glass.

Let us pretend that we're someone we're not,
because of who lies behind a mask,
no one gives a second thought.

Let us pretend that
I am not I,
and you are not you.
Let us pretend that
our love for each other is actually true.

And we can dance until sunrise,
gazing into each other's eyes.
Let us pretend that all the words you said
were not filled with lies.