Placeholder: Beware of the beautiful promises hidden behind the mask. Some promises, just like some beauty, bring nothing but sorrow, regardless of how appealing they may be. Beware of the beautiful promises hidden behind the mask. Some promises, just like some beauty, bring nothing but sorrow, regardless of how appealing they may be.

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Beware of the beautiful promises hidden behind the mask. Some promises, just like some beauty, bring nothing but sorrow, regardless of how appealing they may be.

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