The masks we all wear

Remember the first time you played a game of charades? And not necessarily the party guessing game. The first time you put on a mask out of curiosity or necessity, and acted a part, you entered a round of charades that lasts until you die, or perhaps longer, as others chose the masks your memory wears.

When do you take off all your masks? Do you ever really remove every single one? Has anyone seen who you really are? Think about it. There's no rush and plenty of rounds to go.
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