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Painting up

I go out into life each day
I do on my masks, and I play
Choose of me from the ones you like
I am an actor,
My worlds rarely collide.

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  1. I think I am an actress too...l however; I see my worlds collide at times... How do you keep them separate?

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    1. I don't. But then, rarely do others know ? ;)

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  2. Your words put me in a trance. I'm probably going to quote these one day with your reference. Beautifully written :)

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    1. Now, these are your words too. Quote freely :)

      Visited your blog. Refreshingly different. Loved it.

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  3. God...you said so much....amazing :)

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