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True Face

Can't stand my reflection mirrors are my worst enemy, cuz the face I have inside is not what u all see, my true image is horrifying make peoples eyes bleed, so I conceal it so noone knows how ugly. I am you can't see it but I can if I could I would do what atmosphere talked about in tattooed hands. Beautiful image on one hand and demon face on the other, a truely hideous face only one can love and that's my mother, even tho I was lucky enough to find myself a lover, who loves me for me times that by three and that's still doesn't compare to how much I love her. But back to the topic how I had beauty and lost it, and exactly how I got it. And the way I got it is from my past and battle scars, how I had to battle hard so I could get this far. And I keep on pushin makin my true face look more different then how its lookin, if you could see it you'd be shookin it looks this way cuz of all the **** iv tookin . But I don't care what you think cuz its me and and I'm me and I wouldn't take back anything, cuz my image is mine not yours, and my life is all I do it for, dont matter if I'm rich or poor the world is winning but I'm bout to even the score

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Date: 9/7/2014 8:40:00 AM
".......I'm bout to even the score" your score is thus settled. The poem opens with a sense of horror, dejection, confusion and distrust. Luckily your mood is elevated and you continue to trust someone... A gradual emancipation..... God bless you Jay. Hug. RAJAT INDIA
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