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Looking in the mirror I stand and stare at my bare face Not bothering to hide behind the mask that most girls wear My fingertips glide over the surface of my face
  Behind my mask is a girl who's afraid This mask is what the bullies made She can't even tell her best friends She needs someone to make amends For the pain she can't help but feel
Bright lights blind her tired eyes which have only just awoken from a restless slumber caked in disdain The tedious transmutation is set to begin The blueprint is embedded in the sculptor’s mind
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