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- i am a mask
- worn by all
- broken by many
- with the shards of the broken I've been put back together
- yet I'm disfigured
- a mind on our own
- masters of a fate, not our own
- we speak in riddles for that is the answer
- to the nature of our being
- a construct made to protect
- turned into a device of torture
- that is what we are
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