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Look at me. Do you see me? Or do you see this mask of foundation that i am wearing. I am not this wig that you see
The day my world turned aroundMy heart started to make a different soundNot of it beating in rythmBut more of a sound of a perfect hymn
Easy breezy beautiful, but they don't teach you to beYOUtiful, they flaunt girls wearing lipstick made of fishscales and oil, they put you to the test to find which mask fits you best,
  The sweet breath of a sleeping child Tiny fingers curled Little nails in crescent moons The soft song of a mother's lullaby As she rocks her reason to live. A father's helping hand
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