Those trying to 'find' themselves,
And have a firm hold onto their pretentions...
Only keep their intentions tricked.
Everytime they don a fresh masquerade.
Seen before throughout the decades passed.
But for those charading,
The fit for them...
Becomes something genuine,
To grab as a fast mask...
Until they are satisfied someone has been had!
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