Darkness sips into my soul when I'm not looking
It flickers like a movie in my subconscious
And projects on the image I see in the mirror
I tried to remove these new filters
These Photoshop nightmares of imperfection
But
Darkness sipped into my soul when I wasn't looking
It flickered like a movie in my subconscious
And projected on the image I see in the mirror
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 3:13 AM UTC
Darkness sips into my soul when I'm not looking
It flickers like a movie in my subconscious
And projects on the image I see in the mirror
I tried to remove these new filters
These Photoshop nightmares of imperfection
But
Darkness sipped into my soul when I wasn't looking
It flickered like a movie in my subconscious
And projected on the image I see in the mirror
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