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As my avatar wakes and resumes it's life,
I find friends and strangers all alike,
Kind yet cold near yet far,

They all wear the mask of there avatars,
Just as I do and yet in some way,
We have broken barriers only to build more,

And even the ones whom I call friends,
Sit behind there eyes and think,
Of things that no one knows,

We are all different yet so very much alike,
And still we find it hard to speak of,
The things that we do not know,

Friends are the ones who make us through the day,
Friends are the ones who help us with what to say,
Friends are the ones who would give there lives away,

But what happens when friends left you to stay,
In that room leaving you for dead,
As the keeper cuts off your head,

....
I feel so ******** up..
I'm depressed as all hell,
Lonely in an empty shell,
Yet I were this mask,
So you can't tell,
That this life,
Is going to hell.

People say that they're there to talk,
But no ones interested in listening,
As we watch a star burn out,