Staring into the empty reflection
at fading lines from yesterday
trying to redraw the same
to get me through another day
the black stares back at me
the precision mocking my gaze
concealing all that i couldn't see
fall pretense they help me upkeep
Oh, how i try to smudge these lines,
to extend them beyond the eyes
trying to be what i couldn't be,
fake beauty i couldn't conceal.
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