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Almost perfect Shaped and mimicked From another’s vision With utmost precision A cut here A slice there Tailored to match perceptions Of false conceptions Faces cast a permanent frown Escape is hard when the only way out is down Falling deeper The walls grow ever steeper Almost finished now As pure as the sweat from our brow Not a single imperfection A carefully practiced deception Clean enough to see through Not a spot on you Your spine is still broken from bending Our doctors will tend to the mending No more mistakes No more heartaches Your feelings are fake Taken away for your own sake.