That which is, is.
Is there really only one of us here? Fundamentally.
This persona currently worn, wears thin.
The woven threads continue to fray, more light shines through.
The disguise is recognized, and seen.
Here I stand with you and you alone, Beloved.
At the final masquerade.
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