Your face can only say so much. Body will only uphold until age creeps up. So who is it you truly are? I'm life playing parts. Going back n forth in between character n being one. It's it you that you've fallen in luv? When vanity is claimed by the act of dying alive. When home is everywhere to find. Who's deeper than the image on display? Beneath the physical portrayal that is the betrayal needing to tamed. Has the inner makings awakened to the reality that differ from societies force of habit? Able to step back n become in depths of the beauty as you've nabbed it. Real has two versions here. What is it you truly feel? Aside from the shit show of sight. Can you understand this in the contents of your mind?
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