I've got some imperfections... now you don't feel me anymore, I could be fake, you know I could be just like you...would it matter anyway? Who knows what we could be If you could see pass my imperfections, can you? I need to feel relive. Are you to ashamed of it all, on the wrong side of it all... only if my eye's were yours, would I see what they see, I forgot you don't expect an easy answer,
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