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I'm a Gossiper

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There is a girl with hair black as mold
Small eyes as if God drew two lines for them
Forced happiness escapes those thin lines
That she calls a "pretty" mouth
Her skin is the color of an old orange
It is rought and wilted
Her exterior acts as a mirror
For what is beneath, inside
Some people do not see that fake smile
Or dumbfounded eyes
But I see
I have seen beneath the plastic mask
I have seen the beast underneath the "beauty"
I am the beast underneath the "beauty"



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