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I see it coming
Like lights on a dark horizon
Nothing to do but wait
With the dancing butterflies in my stomach
It's always the same conversation
Because I'm never good enough
No masking will make me the same
And that's what they are asking of me
They are inflexible and intolerant
But I am the one left feeling the shame


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