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5d
Are you a judge, why do you keep objecting me?
I am not a clown, but I am a laughingstock
I am not a mistake, but you saw me as a failure
Well is for fetching a pail of water, not for pushing me down to drown
Snakes are crawling, how come, you are also walking
Coins have two sides, so are humans too, but you are one sided.
What is wrong with my eyes, why do they have subtitles, the same goes with my face.
My eyes, they side eye or roll
My lips, they twitch and glitch then smirk
My face went from normal to poker
My eyebrows are raised, but I prefer to walk away.
memoirs of ink-stained wounds
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memoirs of ink-stained wounds  25/F/Wonderland
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