We all wear masks. Smiling masks that say we're okay. Masking that say we actually what is going on around us. Calm masks to hide turmoil and worry. Right now I'm hiding behind a pseudonym, as are many of you. We think that hiding behind a mask makes us strong, but it only hides the weakness.
What if we were to cast aside the masks, instead of clinging to them like a drowning man to a plank of wood?
We'd be vulnerable, weak, and honest.
And no one wants to be weak.
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