Sam ShepardI believe in my mask-- The man I made up is me I believe in my dance-- And my destiny
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I believe in my mask- The man I made up is me. It’s the only way I can live with everyday people. I make up this man and this mask to get away from real life. The world is not like it seems on the surface, and that’s one of the reasons I am here.
I am not happy with living life on the surface. I want to get to know the real me, the man underneath, if there is such a thing. Sometimes he likes to talk and share stories, but at other times he wants to be quiet and alone.
And sometimes he’s not even there. But he’ll always be there when I need him most. He’s my main source of strength and support; without him, I feel lost and alone.
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