Flaw

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Dancing with masks, like a tricky game,
Hiding the hurt, pretending, no shame.

The vast beliefs, "We're all the same"
Inside, we're truly sane.

Sweet words flow, like poisoned wine,
Faking it all, like everything's fine.

Lies spill out, from those we call "divine",
Fake caring smiles, in a grand design.

Behind the act, feelings confined,
In this masked ball, truth's undermined.

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