Lately I've been glaring into mirrors picking myself apart
You'd think at my age I'd thought of something better to do
Than making insecurity into a full time job
Making insecurity into an art
And I fear my life will be over
And I will have never lived in unfettered
Always glaring into mirrors
Mad, I don't look better
But now here is this tiny baby
And they say she looks just like me
And she is smiling at me with that present infan
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