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Do you see the mask I am wearing? The mask with a smile painted on it, isn't it ironic?

That underneath that smile is something vile and disgusting.

Filled with sadness, pain, and sorrows.



Don't look underneath the mask!



I slowly studied my mask, dumbfounded, that there's a crack in my mask.

I tried to hold it together, but the mask was slowly breaking in pieces.

Finally it falls down breaking in half.



Don't look at the unmasked face!



It is horrible, because undrneath that smile is something terrible.

It was hate, envy, all the evil things in this world!

I hide my face with my hands.



Don't... Don't... Don't look at me!



People are staring! They're point at me! STOP! STOP IT! I screamed.

They laughed, i cried. They burst into laughter, i run, i run, and i run

until i stumbled upon a door. I opened it and soon it swallowed me inside.

It was dark...



Don't turn on the lights!



But my pleadings weren't heard. and as soon as my eyes focused in the bright light.

The room was filled with my agonizing scream. The room... The room was filled with

mirrors. Those cursed mirrors that reveals your true nature. The green monster inside you.



Don't mock me!



My reflections were laughing at me. AT ME! They pointed and they sneered,

They mocked and they laughed. STOP IT! make it STOP! But all was too late...



Don't look underneath the mask!



Do you see the mask I am wearing? The one with a smile painted blood red on it,

Ironic isn't it?





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