Mardi Gras festival,
you're supposed to wear a mask,
well then Ill go as I am now,
I won't buy a cheap fake,
right now my face is my own mask,
it hides my true emotions,
and who I really am,
but not for long,
I can feel it beginning,
to crack and break,
I'm starting to shine through,
bit by bit by bit,
it's breaking
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