𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 - DreamNotFound
Here in the masquerade, plastic faces on parade. Truth refracted by our lies. Masks revealing what we hide. Beneath the mask, a painted face-- there is no truth that's not erased. We are what we pretend to be-- flaunting our complexities. We cannot undo the mess we're in; Our costumes now our second skin. We choose ca...