Time slips away like water from a leaky faucet
We try to keep on times good side
Makeup and Botox become the norm
We become like everyone else
Copies, walking clones of one another
We don’t want to be who we are
We hide it, behind powder and sticky black goop
Morphing into another we are able to be truly ourselves
Fake is the new black.
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