Underneath

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the true reflection in the mirror

trying to fit in 

the real you 

over thinking simple flaws 

it's okay not to be perfect 

just be true

no matter what others pound into your head 

torn between opinions and stereotypes 

your soul bruises 

your heart heals 

things that people don't see 

thoughts that people don't hear

underneath your painted mask 

 

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