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Oct 2013
My fingers touch my skin as i look in the mirror
I've gotten into the habit of trying to fool even myself
I see through the fake smile
the fake eyelashes
the makeup
tear it all away
throw down the walls
breaking everything down
crumbling
looking again
i cannot see what they see
maybe i did not try enough
maybe I will try tomorrow
Written by
Andrea Mancilla
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   e goforth and Patricia Tsouros
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