Your mask is made of iron
you'll never be able to take it off.
It's beautiful and shiny and you polish it constantly.
It's a shiny burden that gets heavier every day.
This mask attracts many others, who look at you fascinated.
They'll never get to know you.
They can only touch your mask and kiss this cold iron and love it.
But they don't love you. You are a mask.
The only way to get rid of it, is dying.
Then your flesh will rot and be free of this iron burden.
The beautiful shiny mask will remain.
But you will be rotten flesh full of stinky flies.
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