No Games Included
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He discovers the hardcore reality of just a snap
Black and white pixels all blemish free, flawless
He can cover up all impurities, but is he feeling trapped?
Inside a bubble full of insecurities
Why is he so afraid to unravel the truth?
Blocked up by perfection's own purities.
Behind all that photo art lies a boy
Scared, blind and not prepared for tomorrow
Among the people, does he want to portray expressionless joy?
No corrections, no gimmicks, no games included here
Wake up before your beauty disappears!
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