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So many people inside that Dorian Gray's portrait
waiting to decay and suffer. So many people strangled in their useless lives trying to convince us to pick up their masks. You lose your way in the labyrinth towards your real self. Did you ever stop chasing your tail around people's faces and big smiles? I see you hiding behind that woman's grey veil, at the left corner a man is whispering your thoughts. Stop! Wait and listen: so many people inside Dorian Gray's portrait who want to be famous never have a grey hair a wrinkle near their eyebrow And yet the vanity stops them being happy. So many people wanting to be young again
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