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You know it's funny how we still judge, we know nobody chose for their scars. Nobody wanted a mark. Nobody gets a say in how they're made to look like, but we still have this imprint in our head, That we have to meet the requirements of what meets the eyes. Society isn't even wise, Maybe Just maybe, There might be a little hope for the new generation maybe we will stop to criticize.
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Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 9:07 PM UTC
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You know it's funny how we still judge, we know nobody chose for their scars. Nobody wanted a mark. Nobody gets a say in how they're made to look like, but we still have this imprint in our head, That we have to meet the requirements of what meets the eyes. Society isn't even wise, Maybe Just maybe, There might be a little hope for the new generation maybe we will stop to criticize.
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Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 9:07 PM UTC
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