If I'm being pessimistic or honest,

I pick my face and peel it apart,

I leave it too late and regret the time I did start.

I'm quiet with them and a nervous wreck.

And I like to stare at those who have a noose around their neck.

I'm self-conscious when I grow

so I modify myself you know.

My desires are childish too

so I often buy things brand new.

I'm a monster when enraged by lies,

like a homicidal hawk that flies.

I have a turtle shell under my bed that hides

in case I get shy like a starfish lying under ocean tides.

But there's no point in looking back at all that was promised.

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ద ద 𖦊 ꪉ 𐀔 𐃸 ద 𖦊 ʊ

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