Stripped
I am a lady who wears a disguise.
This whore who protects me is beginning to fail.
Realizing the error of my ways, the mask is lost.
Beneath this costume, lies a truth.
Halloween is over, I feel naked.
This whore who protects me is beginning to fail.
Realizing the error of my ways, the mask is lost.
Beneath this costume, lies a truth.
Halloween is over, I feel naked.
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