conjured_its_own_disguise blueberries i am the one i told you about, wearing the mask. not some cheap plastic imitation that beads up with wasted breath and useless sweat, but one made of skin, blood, and bone. a mouth that speaks lies, a heart that has conjured its own disguise. "remove it," you said, and you gave me your tears that i could wash it from my face along with the disgrace of breaking your soul. 011113 ... unhinged my_heart_sutra 190604 what's it to you? who go blather from