When you look closely at the seams between order and chaos. Do you see the same things I see ? The strain, the tears. The glimpses of the truth hidden underneath. What do they fight so desperately to mask what they are ? Or is it that they become who they are when they put on the mask? Sometimes I wonder what you hide behind, my silent friend. What mask do you wear ? Or are you just as afraid of the rest of them? Me? Am I afraid? No I'm not. I'm different.
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