I am a refugee,

Hiding in a mask not of my making.

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Is there more than the mask?

I wonder.

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What if I can’t find it?

What if I lost that thing that makes me real?

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Am I doomed to be a self-made Pinocchio, longing after reality?

Say no.  Please say no.

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I’ve lost my self.

Help me find it?

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Without it I am nothing.

I want to be more than that.

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What’s behind the mask?