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Toxic notions, mixing up potions Bubble and boil, cauldrons toil. The words evade me, They could've made me - by now - but somehow, I forget what the words were I forgot I could speak, I became so weak, inside I was dying, I couldn't stop from crying, I wanted to run and hide. Perfection is just a reflection, An image people perceive to be portraying A mask to deceive or a mask to achieve? Striving for success, Trying your best is the best you can do.

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