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May 2016
So fake, he needs to put makeup on all three of his faces.
So fake, my brother dressed as him for Halloween.
So fake, even street vendors refuse to sell him.
So fake, Disney wants to make a movie about him.
So fake, his biography would be in young adult fiction.
So fake, he can't even define truth.

I
Am
Real.
I hear what everyone says behind my back.
I hear it, and it hurts.
Lark Train
Written by
Lark Train  California
(California)   
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