real remover
(2of2, 1 is "magic makeup) but every single day I have my cursed fingers bound to endlessly pick and pull my head is never folded not even hidd my face is boring and offten blank I'm the self hight of my own mirror my hair is ragged, mopey, and bladed my brain is speeding, running into everything bound to hit those in front I'm hated and unadmired and avoided more than most this is reality
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