Never saw until the time approaches, always anxious then saw no one noticed,
acted tough to mask those anxiety,
never asked for help to dodge being judged profoundly,
mirror wasn't worthy enough to stare at fondly.
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Atrocity called anxiety
Never saw until the time approaches, always anxious then saw no one noticed,
acted tough to mask those anxiety,
never asked for help to dodge being judged profoundly,
mirror wasn't worthy enough to stare at fondly.