Sorry for the face
I wear when I
Live at home
With you
I promise Im not mad
I just wear this face
Without thinking about you
Im sorry
When I wear it
and you tell me to fix my face
I do, but wait...
why does it feel strange?
After all, it's just my face
but contorted differently
but it still feels strange
Im sorry dad...
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