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The Inner Mask:
The Mask I wear cannot prevail, for It has grown a whiter shade of frail. Another worn beyond my Mother's crown, the Masks of many She has passed down;to me!!!!!!!!!. The Dance I've danced was not of my own, but that of a Jester, striving for the Throne. Now, that I've grown within my own tale, removes once again from that painted nail, the Mask of many that has become my dearest, hated Friend. Taking it off for once and for all;. Someday, I'll find no longer lives on my wall; or within me!!!!!!!!!
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