Unwanted was how I felt.
Unchanged was how I'd be.
Unrelenting was sowed onto my belt,
And untouched was all you could see.
My mask showed a smiling face,
But deep down my lips were rearranged.
The downward turn would forever leave a trace,
A trace that would never be changed.
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