Masked Stranger

A Poem by Mysilentembrace

A mask you'll choose,

A face to praise,

Yet what you lose,

Is beyond the craze.

Paint it, shape it,

Mold it, please.

It's just a skit,

An inner dis-ease.

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Added on January 22, 2026
Last Updated on January 22, 2026

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