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Raised to be Sad
A smile doesn't come naturally to me.
I've never even seen one.
This house and it's taxpayers have a disease which they spread down on me.
The girl with a cake full of makeup, feels like a joke to the mirror.
And when they say cheese, she feels as ugly as forgery.
"Don't be so down," they try to tell me. I tell them, "It's human nature."
I've never even seen one.
This house and it's taxpayers have a disease which they spread down on me.
The girl with a cake full of makeup, feels like a joke to the mirror.
And when they say cheese, she feels as ugly as forgery.
"Don't be so down," they try to tell me. I tell them, "It's human nature."
Published 27th Sep 2021
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