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The Disguise


I have gotten better at this disguising Bullshit yes I said shit I'm tired from taking hits From people that ain't it this poem ain't pretty letting my petty come out and greet thee quick hide the real taint there's nothing you can gain from showing everybody your pain attain perfection ignore your reflection have no recollection of what gives you redemption
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