FLAWS
I speak a truth too quiet to hear
And call that honesty in my fear
To show my scars upon my face
The terror sets my heart to race
Bare my soul my true inner man
A most fragile and terrible plan
So I hold my cursed sins close
And pray you’ll love the lying ghost
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