I make mistakes,
Cause I'm human,
Nobody's perfect,
But everything's worth it.
Red eyes, shrewed eyebrows,
Poisonous mouths, whispers spread,
Like my face?
That's what I thought.
The end is not the end,
Because I've not started on the beginning,
maybe there is no finish line,
to my journey
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