stain glass window

There's this curtain or mask, whatever you prefer in front of every single human being on this earth.

each as individual as a finger print.

but why keep them up?

evrybody is tainted in their own special way,

through experiences and tragedies and everything in between,

but suffering is optional,

so im removing my mask,

and using my taint,

to paint my future to be as beautiful as an old church stain glass window.

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