i turn and see the faces of plastic, i wish i had a lighter so you cann see the true mask. another thing of a person walks up to the screen of wires inside, looking for something, that cant be found. external emotions of a lying kind , revolve to a robot mode of self destruct. you invite everyone to stand beside you before detanating. taking all your make up fake beauty skins with you, also the few machines with great written all over their backs. someone please break this broken dream of reality, i try and try and try but no one seems to hear my pitiful cry. i know why , no one can sound out the screams in my mind I' M BEGINING TO BELIEVE THAT THIS ISNT A DREAM.Birth sign: Not entered
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