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I am yet but the Crimson Rose but am impossible to understand as I wear a mask everywhere I go. Still don't get me? Nevermind. Take this for instance, I will go to the Mountains to find a few Wise Guys, but it is not too far away, as I am astray there. Yet, when I see the wise guys I tend to act more open and a bit snobby. Yet, when I go to a Temple and meet other strangers I tend to act different. I act as though I am a tough bouncer, a mastermind, and a subtle species, as no one understands, but when I go to a Chamber filled with people, and only one I know is there, I tend to be quiet and observant, I travel to a far seat and await even without concentration, there may be scholars but I pay half of my attention but there is a few places where I put on a different mask. When I am with some close relatives, I act more distant. I wonder if my fellow doppelganger knows about my true feelings. Yet I still don't care. In time, I will wither and my life ends, leaving my contacts astray with confusion of who I am. They act as they know me, but do they really, but still "How much do I know them?" I have no other answer than this "Not much." Who do you really know better than yourself, who do you know that knows all your traits or you know his? Who is really there to help you? Who is the one who can really rescue you when you are in pain, suffering or tormented? I have an answer, but I don't think you would care. Thus, leaving a painful soul in his tormented vessel. Nothing is true, everything is permitted yet if it is so, then I am not true, neither is the answer to life above anyone else. When I ask a question like "Am I normal?" what can you answer? This is my answer "Define normal". There is no one that is normal, no one that is not special, there is no two people who look alike, think alike, and even act alike, and if they do, they are wearing their own mask as you do with me