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We wear a mask, to hide our true face,
Pretending to be someone, with grace and pace,
We fear rejection, and hide our flaws,
In the process, we lose sight of our own cause,
The mask of identity, an absurd applause.
About the Creator
R.Freya
Poetry is my soul's language, and I wield words like a paintbrush. From heartbreak to hope, I capture emotions and spin them into verse.
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