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Whenever I look in the dark I see him standing there I look around and see a spark Then can’t see anywhere Then I thought I heard a lark But it was only air Even though it’s not a shark
Beneath the surface,Beyond the wall I createdThrough the numbers of the matrix,Underneath the false perceptionAnd Misunderstood  representation,Misleading calculated frustrations
How can one soul, Be filled with so much sorrow, Regret, And agony? So young, So beautiful, Everyone knew, Except for, The girl in the mirror, And the one who controlled her conscious,
Because I dont fit into society's criteria of beautiful love me through my curves Because people look at my stomach first love me through my curves I long for that moment when those who have more to feel,
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