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| perfect pallid plaster that held me together created in the mold in which i was formed in whispering white silence i threw myself threw myself on the floor i'm not scared of being broken broken now, i've seen the darker side of the moon and the sun feels warmer now upon my face and arms i'm praying it doesn't burn me this time i'm praying it doesn't burn me this time i'm not scared of being broken broken but this mask i model for you this charade i perform for you is about to break about to break and you'll see me all undone undone these winding roads seem to go on forever and a dead end is never where you thought it would be or placed in your mind, in your mind it's easy to get lost when you're not paying attention it's easy to feel alone in crowds of people but this mask i model for you this charade i perform for you is about to break about to break and you'll see me all undone undone i'm not scared of being broken broken |
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