.Who are you, really?
I often see you switching masks
But I never know if the cheek I'm stroking
Is flesh or fiction
My own cheek is stained with tears
That disappear into the rushing brook below
Not tears of heartbreak; only of anger>Anger that a person could be so unapo.
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