Help me remove this mask...
For it is disguising the real me.
Emotions and feelings...
Lost, so no one can see...
Darkness holds the mask to my face...
Alas, nothing alive can match it's grace.
Hark, listen to the shadows whisper to thy.
Flying towards the pitch night sky.
Remove the mask, with haste, I plead.
Nothing such as this matches your need.
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