i wear face but its not mine
i look in the water
for a once in a time
but nothing to be found
from this puddle
that rest on the ground
from bottom comes top
but why do i still fall
i just wont this blur to stop
father dout
but never let it go
mother faith but never let it show
when i hit the bottom i will only laugh
i will run to the nearest
mirror and still only see trash
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