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I walk into myself
Into the chaos of my soul, my inner being
Looking at the walls of myself and then <i>myself<i>
My truth and my masks

I turn to my masks, my protection blankets, looking at each one, giving each my respect, my thankfulness
I look at the one I use to cover my sadness, to hide the tragic of my life
I look at its rosy cheeks of bright red, the white of the teeth smiling at me radiantly, the eyes shining merrily with only sadness showing if you look too closely
Then I turn to the opposite of this mask
The truth of myself
And I think how can I look so desolate inside
How can one person have so much turmoil

Then I look deeper, deeper than just me
I see the mask that I want to be
Dark edges surround the edge though, suffocating me, a frown on the corners but as I close in there is a smile
A smile of so much brilliance it makes my heart beat loudly and my mouth to dry
And then I feel myself lifting
Becoming not a mask, but myself
My True Self



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