Beneath this mask.
I triumph over new found revelations,
yet i cry over past boulevard of broken dreams.
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I lust over chimerical fantasies,
yet i abandon my hardly attained possessions.
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I giggle over the slightest wit,
yet i flare at the obvious sinister parody.
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I whisper to the sounds of fiery rain,
yet i scream at the genteel sun.
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I leap towards passionate love,
yet i always fall flat with open scars.
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me. is a contradiction.