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You don't know me
You know versions I create
Identities I forge
Visions I sustain,
In order to keep me in good gaze
So no one finds me plain or too much to raise
I crumble my origins just to keep a safe distance
Become a perfect critic to your broken words
Just to rewrite the victim
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