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Charade

My life is a charade
A happy carnival of dancing clowns
Who’s own lives they take
Slowly the charade dies
Revealing my true self
Faking it all I wear a mask
The mask is a mirror
Reflecting what other people see of me
Behind the mask is a face not seen
My true face
Hidden from this world
A face that acts upon what the mirror reflects
Like a dog on a leash
My life is a charade
Ounce that charade was filled with life
Now it is only death
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