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Paint Remover (Free verse) by Samantha I picture me smiling
like i always am
why do i lie to myself
when my heart is crying
you all think i am happy
always has a good face on
when really i cry myself to sleep
dont know how long
i cant keep this mask on
seems like the paint i put on
everyday is running out
the smile is up side down
so when that time comes
when i am no longer able
to give you up lifting advice
no longer able to have that
cheerful face,
no longer able to smile,
wishing i could
but the real me is out
uncovered
it is no longer possible
Up the ladder:
Irreversible
Down the ladder:
10/8
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Posted: December 20, 2003 10:49 AM PST; Last modified: December 20, 2003 10:49 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.029801 Overall Rank: 7291 Comments:
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Jeremi B. Handrinos @ 24.126.116.54
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20-Dec-03/12:35 PM
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I often find running over something at a high rate of speed alleviates this sort of tension.
I think it's fascinating that people wear metaphorical masks to hide their less sophisticated character traits from society. On the outside, I'm a committed Christian and passionate racist. But on the inside, I'm a trenchant buffoon who likes running into cake shops and pulling down his trousers. Masks are important, aren't they?
You run into a cake shop and as one mask goes up another comes down.
Masks can be very important sometimes, but you must be able to remove them, or they will become a part of you.
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