I felt ashamed when I realized that, in fact,
Life is a masquerade party, where I stood without a mask,
I wandered with my uncovered face beneath the chandeliers,
Among specters and shadows hiding their secrets under false veneers.
In a vast hall, where echoes were hushed,
I, with my raw sincerity, like a secretive flush,
Watched them waltz, twirling in...
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