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Jan 2014
You filth! You painted woman you fake creation
How could everyone; how did I used t stare with fascination?
You don’t even seem real, and the reason is you’re not
How did you, just another person get so violently caught?
Your vanity makes me sick…or maybe I feel sorry
What you appear is truly repulsive but that’s what I see
If I stop and for a minute ponder, I feel pity
So scared you paint a person completely
Different than who you really are…
Convinced now you’re just a little star
I pity
Such Vanity
How we do change and see things differently.
Disaster Child
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