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"Hideaway"
A little
More
A little
Less
Wear a mask
To cover
Up
It flows
Into veins
Putting
To rest
Every
Thought
Maybe
A magic powder
Or a cloud of smoke
Could
Make us
Love ourselves
Like someone else
Trip into the sun
Hate is the asshole in the mirror
Enough to find
Hideaway
A reflection
In death's eyes
