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It feels like I don't want to.
Dreams are seemed to be my only utopia.
It's hard to live in real world cause we all have to put on a mask every single day.
Everyone put on different mask. And I got the glass one.
The glass mask.
So fine, even beautiful.
Yet so fragile and breakable.
Some people can see right through the heart of mine.
But some can't. They're blinded by the lights.
And I walk with my eyes closed, wearing the glass mask.