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Apr 2016
I've always been told to stay true
But what does staying true get me through?
I know blatant hypocrisy when I see it
you who hides your face, and never reveals it
Behind those painted, pretty masks of makeup
Maybe I should try and clean your mess up

After all, real beauty is not in the color of your lips
but in the color of your heart
Escence
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Escence  AMERICA
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