Beauty means prison

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As I admired myself in the mirror, I wondered.
Wondered if this was all pretend,
if I was coming near the end.
Would there be anyone around?
Or will my feet stand alone in the cold empty ground?
Maybe someone will eventually see through this invisible mask,
or am I just beeing silly to ask?
Will I ever get through this crucade,
or am I just stuck here in a spectacular façade?

-artiepottah

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