1. Notes: 1 / 2 years ago 

    Trapped in mine own Mask

    Deep into my pretty mirror, each morning, so long I do gaze
    in it’s vast reflection that, daily, I am given, to wear, a new face
    and I’ll feel an old cherished friend put to stake and left to raze
    So come each new day’s dawn, I can only hope to win it’s praise
    For the days when I lose it’s favor are nearly more than I can take
    Many possibilities adorn such familiar mannequins on it’s well-lit stage
    but I do not know which mask I’m to bear until it is far too late to change

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