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Happy Half Delivery

Yes I am a fully grown up boy
But I still seem to fall for the ploy
Spend a lot of time in front of the mirror
While the protein in the stirrer

Don't get me wrong, not for the body
Maybe because I still look shoddy
It is only and only for my hair
I love them, maybe not fair

Setting them right I see my reflection
Paying attention to only one section
But then one day I am not feeling fine
My face doesn't have the same shine

And what about the inside me
At the moment, how would it be
Can the mirror help me with the reply?
Do I really want to give it a try?

Well, maybe not, just the reflection is right
It leaves the other things out of sight
Probably everything I wouldn't want to face
What if it shakes my base?

Extremely happy it delivers only half
Happy it shows the external laugh
The inside, hidden even from myself
Leave aside opening it to thyself

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