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What do you hide? What is behind the veneer of one soul? Do we all wear masks? Are we all genuine? What is the tune that plays within the confines and privacy of every humans' mind? To be hidden in plain sight, to be expose and yet impose the sanctions of being a complete stranger. Is it wrong to believe we are more than what the naked eye sees. To know absolutely nothing about each other, even if the years pass and the proximity to each other is far too close to even think otherwise. Who are we? What are we? The day of our so called arrival to this place, we are considered pure, perfect almost. Yet, why does that change with time? Experiences, connections, knowledge? Are we all crippled by the years spent on this sphere? Does the air itself contaminate us? Does the relations and connections we make hinder our true natures? Are we so stupid that we know absolutely nothing about true information? Are we educated wrongly? Who's to blame, are we to blame? Is there even blame to pass or accept? I say it again, what are we? Who are we? Are you a loyal servant, a devoted husband, a foreigner? A woman in love, a man in the throes of pleasure? Humans...simple yes or no?