I’m
No good
At
First impressions.
A
Nameless
Face
Will build
Up
My personality,
And
To the untrained
Mind
I’m a
Chiseled sculpture
Full
Of
Happiness
And
Laughter
And
Ten thousand
Speculations,
But
As the real me
Surfaces,
I
Become my
Own
Fractured
Let down.
I’m
No good
At
First impressions.
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