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Masks of Beauty. Masks of Hope. Masks of Passion. Masks of Pain.Masks of Fear. Masks. All masks come with different fronts and different designs. Different. But all in the same place doing the same thing. In you. Hiding, shielding, and protecting. Hiding your true self, who you really are. Sheilding the emotions you feel everyday. Sheilding fromt the looks the give you, glances of pity and unwanted sorrow. Protecting. Protecting yourself from everyone. Protecting yourself from those who you do want near you but even more those you don't want near you. Your mask doesn't come alone though, your mask is accompanied by a wall, a wall think as steel and higher then the sky, a wall that is around your heart. Your wall has no windows, and no doors. It dares people to climb over it or to try and break though. Most people run, some try and climb but eventually give up. Some attempt to break though but then things don't go their way or aren't easy they run. But some, some special people climb up and over, break through, and take care of the mask, seeing the true person behind the mask. Behind the masks of Beauty, Hate, Passion, Pain, Hope, and Fear. They see the dudely, gun-loving, horror-movie searching, car loving, spitting a flaring tempered person I am. You never know what you'll see when you climb over the wall and remove my mask.