I am an empty shell
if you scratch on my peel
I collapse
because I am hollow.
I am the one without history
neither past nor future.
I am now: whatever you want me to be.
And I am smiling with sharp, white teeth
a perfect and expensive smile.
I polish my shell everyday
until it shines brightly
reflecting the spotlights
of my stage called life.
Let the spectacle begin!
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