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Blurred images of appearance
Like prices on clearance
Young men express their love
Don't know who I am, or was

Its like enjoying art without knowing the artist
Eating fruit without the harvest
All they see is an image beautiful to sight
Like finding something sweet without taking a bite

All I feel is fear of becoming someone else
As well as fearing my heart may never melt

Confusion like a gust of wind
It feels good, but its a sin

Every time a mirror is shown to my face
I look for flaws, like solving a case

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