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Taking off her "face." I don't think we have met. Sounds different than the beat your heart used to make. Let's recollect all our thoughts, we've never been so apart. Maybe I could change. Poison takes in vain. At day, it feels a lot like love. I know at night, it feels a lot like blood. Your portrait smiles in vain. Panic darling. Dancing with a mistress in the blue dress. Stand in line or turn and draw. She smiles in french but her arms are crossed. She's changed her name to a heart that speaks but it does not beat. All the flashes are blinding. What started out as a hope for a different world is now the sand that you're sinking in. Once everyone has taken pieces of your design, it's hard to recognize. Rejoice. It's a lions den, it is all a lie. I used to live the casual life like you, now my screen is crystal clear with a life like view and I've never been more ashamed, I wish that I could see the sunlight too. I should've covered up my eyes when that wish came true. Innocent and golden but it's locked in a display. They're saving up to take me home and write down what I say. If I could change the way I spoke, then I would speak away the darkness of the past and guide myself away from all the cameras in my path.