"Mask of Truth" ❀

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Truly we should I have seen it coming,
His disguise was scarce,
At no point did he hide,
Lie,
Or fake the truth,

But it never fit together,
As if the middle was gone,
Nothing added up,
Because he kept his secrets tight,

A million struggles he must have faced,
Like a criminal on the run,
Justice could never be served,
Until he told the story,
Start to end,

But who am I, to wonder,
My job is almost done,
Just a few more posters,
And I get my check and leave,

To a place called Jenna Parks,
I place where I can sit back,
Put my feet up,
And lay,

Lay while the boss,
Runs the business alone,
The office is his, not mine,
Why should I give a care,
This is my vacation day,

But sometimes I wondered,
Did he work to hard,
Did he have a battle,
One I could not see,
Was he struggling between who he was,
And the man he wanted to be,

But that's not my story,
My story to tell or explore,
But my faith lay with him,
Many call me crazy

But that's not my story,My story to tell or explore,But my faith lay with him,Many call me crazy

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