I watched as they unfolded their face.
A mask.
A gasp of horror rose from my mouth.
But not a horror in the sense of fear.
It was horror in the sense of betrayal and a loss of what I thought was a kindred spirit.
They just shook their heads at me and nodded at me to take off mine.
So I went for it. Beneath was the same thing. Again and again, all my masks of emotion and situation were the same.
I thought you were who you were. But it wasn't so.
You thought I was who I was. It was so.
I just beat you but I had to spill my soul for you.
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