Masked, masked, I feel masked!  Where do I find myself again?  Who actually lies under this face I put on for all to see?  Who sees the real me?  Who *is* the real me?  It's all a masquerade...
I wish I could wear this gorgeous blue mask all the time.  It would be so much easier.  I could maintain everyone's expectations of me externally without effort.  The problem is, it's *my* expectations of myself that are the most impossible to fulfill...
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