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I were my mask,
as if it were a task.
to fool a lover,
and even my dearest mother.
I was lost thinking I need help,
but then I saw I didnt want to be found.
I kept running around, but I felt my feet were bound.
Sorry if I meet you with a happy face.
It was so fake you couldn't even find a trace.
I love my cold heart of mine,
its cut deep with hate, fine as a cutting line.
Care for me let me know,
give me love, let it show.