The world is two faced if every one wears a mask. That's my world, everyone is born without one, but as we grow up, and lives form and evolve, the mask morphs, and changes to fit our lies. The more you lie, the more interesting your mask gets. There are few who refuse to speak, not uttering a single word, knowing that lies create the masks, and with masks, know one really knows what a person is like, for lies overcome the truth. Outside my city there is a slum, and around that slum there are legends that they have discovered a way to lift the curse, and let the sunlight kiss their true faces. My city looks down upon the slum, afraid of change, afraid of the truth.


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