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My face is just a mask hiding what's
underneath
My face is just a mask covering the mess that's really me
My self is just a puppet connected to some
strings
My master is a shadow; salt in a wound that
stings

My mind is always running like its being
chased
My mind is slowly rotting from all my negative
waste
My brain is constantly lagging trying to keep pace
My memory is quickly fading; gone without a
trace