In the world of masks, they often play,
A game of shadows, night and day.
With smiles so sweet and words so kind,
Yet hidden truths they keep confined.
Behind their veils, a secret brews,
A paradox of contrasting hues.
They say one thing but mean another,
In this intricate, double-edged cover.
Their motives shrouded, intentions unclear,
To please the world, they persevere.
But deep within, a storm may rage,
As they navigate this complex stage.
Female hypocrisy, a subtle art,
A puzzle of emotions from the start.
In this intricate dance they partake,
To protect their hearts, for their sake.
Yet in this world where secrets thrive,
Let's seek the truth and keep alive,
The essence of sincerity and grace,
To unmask the complexities they face.
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