The boy with the mask on
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Ongoing6m
Last published Mon, Nov 26, 2018
My whole life flashes before my eyes
My whole hope is gone within seconds
My whole identity - stolen with a few words
My existence is over, but the aftermath has just begun.
Put on the mask and be yourself
Put on the suit and live a proper life
Put on the gloves to show them the real you
Boy, put on your fake smile and show them what's really inside of you
Because only with a shadow in front of you, they will be able to look past what's inside of you.
And now go out in this gigantic world
Where nobody matters
Where nothing matters
But greed and selfishness
Where they don't want you to be yourself
And show them how wrong they are
About you
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