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Drip.

Drip, drip, drip goes the teardrops in the sink
An angel face stares in the mirror as he stands upon the brink
“Stupid” they called him, and “ugly” too
He begins to wonder if it’s true
He only wanted to hear a loving word
But above the insults, none could be heard
Biting his lip, he stands frozen in place
“Do I really have an ugly face?”



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