All panels of this comic just show what is said. Text: Each of us is wearing a mask. Some of these masks are happy. Some of these masks are sad. Sometimes a mask does not fit us anymore, and we have to craft a new one. Sometimes, others do the crafting. Some masks are used to show scars. Some are used to hide scars. Sometimes we show parts of our face to the people we trust. In the end, all that will be left will be our mask. With nobody else ever fitting in it again. R. I. P. Flo