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What will I look like when my heart will wrinkle?

When in my eyes will die the love and sprinkle

When I will be too freaking bitter

To look at my self in the mirror

When all that matters to me will suddenly be unreal

When like a crumpled up piece of paper they’ll make me feel

Will I still be pretty?

Will I still be here?

Will I still be witty?

Will you still stay near?