The Mask

people in this world....THIS IS NOT MY BEST. i just need some input.

As I sit and think about the past, I take a glance around the room.

Everything seems different now.

The "perfects" arent so perfect anymore.

And the dreamy guy now seems jerkish.

I've lifted the mask.

I'm in a whole new light now.

The End

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