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Mar 2016
I keep looking at my self through others reflections
Measuring up our skins through the lens of my own imperfections
Thinking of corrections
Id much prefer
Everytime I compare myself to her

The pity is I'm prettier than she will ever be
But the truth is she is much more confident
than myself
She takes good care of her health
And she never chases wealth
shes much more successful than I am
Because she always has a plan

I am her, I just have to see
That I am the only person
I could ever hope to be
Viola
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