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We put on a mask around people we are most comfortable with
When a day falls gray, we sprinkle faulty sunshine onto our eyes to blind us from the darkness in front of us
But as we continue to linger with this friendly person, our mask does not get lifted upwards off of us, but sinks further down past our face and into our minds giving us false hope that the world is pleasing, accepting, and kind
This short time is glorious and magnificent, but it has not destroyed the sadness rather buried it so it may rise again fiercer and more ruthless
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