A ruinded life realized in retrospect
A horrific masterpeice being left to critique
You pine with pretentious perspective
Like I give a f*** about your vagueness
You have no judgements just fabrications
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Then you must have poor eyesight
Try so hard to be obscure, as if its your security
It makes me laugh, I see straight through, oh, your lucidity!
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