I live in constant fear that some day soon, You will discover the fraudulence of my existence
That I am neither that smart, nor that funny
And you will see that I am as shallow
As the girls I judge.
That I can’t pull off whimsical
Every time a pimple appears
Or I can’t hide my giggles
When a fart accidentally escapes
And your infatuation with the perfect image you have of me will fade
And then I wouldn’t be able to hold.
Your temporary fascination over me.
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