To smile was a miracle,

For the man who weeps,

He wears a mask entailed,

Entailed for one convincing charade.

The mask is a happy face,

Without his worries and his tears,

You will be deceived by the mask he wears,

But never himself who weeps.

                                                                      - Mask by Autumn Chase. (everlastingwriter)


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