Sometimes a mask is not a mask. Even when we try to hide ourselves, part of what we are remains there. It can happen by chance or on purpose and, suddenly, common people become someone else. A mystery to solve. The transformation is never completed. Look carefully, my soul is there, just behind the pink colour. Staring at you. I’m the impostor behind the mask.
Pink Lady
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Pink Lady
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Sometimes a mask is not a mask. Even when we try to hide ourselves, part of what we are remains there. It can happen by chance or on purpose and, suddenly, common people become someone else. A mystery to solve. The transformation is never completed. Look carefully, my soul is there, just behind the pink colour. Staring at you. I’m the impostor behind the mask.