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Duplicitous

How easy it seems sometimes, to hold out a smile, to tell someone that you care for them!
I was pacing up and down on the rooftop, under the negligible wind and dimly lit sky, hoping for it to rain. Something came along a thought clinging to the so called 'Train of Thought', I remembered once a conversation with someone, and her exact words were, "you see me smile naa but, have you seen my eyes?"
Perhaps since, that day I realized that you gotta keep the happy eyes with you, or someone will call your bluff. So, when is it that you fail to see someone else's eyes ?
Thats when your own eyes are sad and that was the shortcoming of it all. Call me judgemental, I say we all are. You think you are any different, I beg to differ, did you not judge first in-order to let in more information because even when you are just being procrastinating about another, you are constantly judging, its just that your judgement is changing like the fool's.
This judgment is something people shy away from far too often, i have seen people give diplomatic answers without really considering the question, and the questioners, putting forth the question without really understanding it.
Exempli Gratia: A friend asked for the first impression I had of her, I answered her, what she didnt realize that impressions change, some dimwitted idiot said that, "first impression is the last impression". So, she got all mad at me and I had to explain it to her.
My point being it is that one should keep a mask, people around you want you to keep it, without really knowing it, and we are all beings of many masks, they call me duplicitous and I say I am, if that alone keeps someone happy I shall gladly be Duplicitous. 

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