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The masks lay cracked, but intact.  Their wordless sneers and emotionless leers wait their turn to hide my vulnerable veneer.  I pause, hiding my face in disgrace.  Not because of scars (which there are many unsightly mars). Not because of ghostly fears and untamed tears. But because my dark desires are leaving their mark.  My eyes can no longer disguise the dirty deeds I swallow like the sweetest mead.  I curl up in the corner and mourn the girl no one knows. 



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