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T r a p p e d


The makeup I wear covers a truth that boils and festers beneath the chalky charade. The disguise, and all of the lies, are finally poised to fall. The intricate structure of my world is held by the tense hands of many masked characters. I truly know not one. Though, the world they made for me now wavers in the still of the night. With each stroke of the clock's hand, time leaps closer to an infinitesimally small moment in which the masquerade will end.

I am ready to reveal the insidious truths, even at the cost of my existence.
I am ready to shatter my reality.