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They say that I am blind
But nothing could be clearer
I am my own fatal disease
My own reflecting mirror
And in myself I see the flaws
That no one else can see
My mind distraught, with visions wrought
By animosity
Alas I mourn my criticism
I clasp on to what flatters
But when I think about it hard
I know that nothing matters
- Title: My critic
- Artist: Colieman5
- Description: A harsh view from a teen looking too often from the outside in.
- Date: 07/17/2009
- Tags: critic
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