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Paint Remover

Member since 2003 · Posted 20 Dec 2003 · 4 comments

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

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[7] Jeremi B. Handrinos 20-Dec-03/12:35 PM Reply

I often find running over something at a high rate of speed alleviates this sort of tension.

[n/a] Everyone 22-Dec-03/4:01 PM Reply

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?

[n/a] richa › Everyone 23-Dec-03/8:23 AM Reply

You run into a cake shop and as one mask goes up another comes down.

[10] sliver 22-Dec-03/9:11 PM Reply

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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