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You hang up on the wall,
You even stand big and tall,
Can you show me what's my future?
Like the cast of a film, you're the producer.
I walked and stand in front of you,
Thinking who would I start my day into,
Showing my bareface with smile,
If you're a camera you have a lot of file.
Sometimes I asked you whose the fairest,
You never respond back even just a hissed,
You're not a police that will make me arrest,
But please give me time to rest with peace.
Pardon me if sometimes I show you my emotions,
It's like I can't contain any of these frustrations,
I smiled, cried, and I even smirked at you,
You're my mirror that can see all that I do.
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