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Faces

Her words
Are just a mask
To the way she feels
She's a perfect
Player in this game
We call life
You can't see
Her true face
Until she puts down her mask
And even then you
Can never be sure of
Her true reflection
I'm going back
To tomorrow
Where her back
Was strong
Untill she walked away
And her head fell
Shes weak
And restless
Nothing will
Let her down
The way you did

Author notes

i dont know kind of inspired by alot of things

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  • meggie94x
    November 29, 2008
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    it is goood
    i like it