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With animal eyes, and a nose to match,
Her face is nothing, if not a mask.
It portrays the fury, the pain, and hatred,
But all of this is all outdated.
She's removed this mask,
Replaced it with a smile,
Replaced it with gentle,
Dark brown eyes.
Replaced it with healing,
With confidence, and believing.
Her heart is kind,
Her intentions pure,
She's found a way to cope,
To endure.
The fury, the pain, and all of the hatred,
Are very, horribly, sorely, overrated.
For who would wish, for such a thing,
To be filled with endless, bottomless rage?
So she's taken the task,
She's whipped it back,
That viscous, horrid,
Animal Mask.
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