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I put on my Mask.
Things are so complicated,
so underestimated.
Can you not open your
eyes and see that
the one who wants you,
the one who needs you,
the one who cries for you, is me?
Yet, you stand there
blinded by beauty and
lust, and I am slowly casted
away upon your
knowledge of unexistance.
No.
I'll never live up to
your standards
of your new friend,
not even if I try.
So this is why,
this is why I cry.
Your the very definiton
of perfect, such a
flawless boy.
So why must it be my
heart in wich you toy?
Just when i thought my bla