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It's funny,

You think you hurt me
With your words of steel
Your silver tongue
Spitting them at me

I know
That you are only
Taking out your own insecurities
On me,

And I'm very thick-skinned,
Compared to yours,
Champagne colored,
Thin as paper,
Flawless and smooth,

But don't be fooled
Just because your looks get you everything now
Does not mean they will always
Give you a way
To the easy life

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