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My Favourite Mask
I smile so much,
I laugh so hard.
A constant joy,
On an endless high.
The eternal delight,
With everlasting pleasure.
I cry too much,
I weep too hard.
A persistent misery,
A never ending low.
The undying gloom,
With unending despair.
But I wear one too often,
And it wears out the shape.
It can’t hold frame,
Doesn’t stay in the right place.
And as it drops to the floor,
You catch a glimpse
