Faces Of Purity

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“If one allows individuals on stage, they will expect an audience!”-k.L♡

The friendliest of foes can have the most horrifying souls, that internally craves. The defiant behaviors of deviance, for the anointing feed to take much note that for the vibe. To feel vibrant, one must in fact feel the vibrancy within themselves and/or within others. The artificial factor in which one is friendlier to those closest to them. But on the other hand they can have the most impeccable sense of negativity. That revolves around their inner core. Living throughout their journey to discover themselves to be royally profligate. To the certain parties that this individual, chooses they can do without. Not meaning to but they seem to come off, immerse fully bitter with cold responses. But with having an incredible way of acknowledging that inevitably each individual, isn’t treated the same as the other.
Sooner before later, they stumble upon their realities of being tremendously misunderstood. Even for the nicest fellow there are parties, that may seem infatuated with happiness. But in an unembellished reality, they are saddened. To the initial reaction of a smile for this is why. They mask their every emotion with a unharmonious face. Masking their facial expressions of themselves, to dissemble their true feelings. By the noticing findings that, although one is wearing diverse faces. Sooner or later, this will sidetrack their loved ones. From having the slightest clue as of what’s wrong with them. Disguising their selves as a whole, with this discerning individual. To be quite content with them not knowing the truth. Behind every constructed smile and/or laughter, faked to almost every extent.
Eventually, one’s mind grows tired of the constant struggles on deciding which mask to wear. That suddenly, one unrestrictedly and undividedly rips them all off. For individuals present to solely have no idea, that this party had been falsely. Masking their every emotions with also masking who they truly are as a person. That for the outside looking in they were utterly confused. Parties looking at this dysfunctional individual with extreme puzzle. Puzzle to find out that this party is distraught; so distrust to the point that their wrinkles. Have fled, leaving this wrinkleless face with much acknowledgement. That there was no reason to mask their masterpieces to begin with. Coming to much realization, that the masks were filled with the shadow less figures of distinct horrors. Beneath the structures of the masks, was a devilish form of possessive evils. That attached itself to whomever wore them on a consistency. The purity of this masked individual was stolen, but once this individual removed them. The possession of evil was released from them, returning their divine purity. One’s face can tell a thousand stories through the true beauty they hold within. So always remember, one must try and focused on the faces of purity. That tell fairytales instead of the faces. Hidden underneath, the masks that disguise them to tell the darkest of tales.
By:k.L

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