ha! and I found myself reading this

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The touch of affection
The aching need of what I sought,
Leaves me out of all the fairs
My mask, too fine and serene,
My smile ugly, words worthless,
The mask is torn to pieces.
Still I wear a self-conscious laugh
Facing the world out of its beauty
To frown with disdain.

– Nanditha