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Some people can see the beauty in everything. 
Not me. 

I could draw you a tree branch and make it a noose; buy me a diamond and it's already tarnished. 
My eyes see shame, and grime covered mockery - excuses and blandness. 
Especially in the mirror. Some people can see the beauty in everything. Not me. I could draw you a tree branch and make it a noose; buy me a diamond and it's already tarnished. My eyes see shame, and grime covered mockery - excuses and blandness. Especially in the mirror.
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