Unmasked

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UNMASKED……

Behind sculpted smiles, a shattered scene,

Eyes, like haunted glass, reflect what’s unseen.

Whispered scars, tales etched in pain,

Release the mask, let freedom reign.


Words, brushstrokes on a borrowed sky,

But hearts are mirrors, where truth doesn’t lie.

Light and shadow, a tapestry spun,

Unravel deceit, let the real become.


Embrace the marks, wear them with pride,

Laughter and tears, side by side.

Beauty blooms in honest ground,

Shedding facades, freedom is found.



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