its time
its time to create a new mask
this face is being takin to literal
hitting to close to home
with its impact basins
thrown out of proportion
i made a promise
you doubt my word so severly
many have called me an oath breaker
you amongst them
but this is iron clad
its time i crafted a new face
a new person to hold the burdens
the weights and loads of this face
no i will not dissapear im just hiding a face
the face that causes all this panic and discord
it is time
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BlackbookPastposted on 11/10/2009
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