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market youself; wear the clothes you want them to see you in, pierce the right places for the right look, say the things that you want them to hear hair.face.makeup.expression. let them know what to expect, yaknow, make sure they see 'you' while you dont let them see you, and struggle to be yourself while you **** yourself and you market yourself and you sell off yourself what a world i live in; it's highschool but shit's the same all the way through nobody cares about the right things they're too busy buying and selling; the human stock market i've got friends, not customers so i guess i'm broke, i might just have to go through the right pains for the right reasons cause i'm not killing myself that way i;m pain free in a society that trades with beauty as currency integrity and all the rest come as a sort of afterthought what happened to our teachers? they are locked in our schools they tell us maths, they sleep in bed at 9 o'clock at night while we crack open our bottles behind closed doors and cheer
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Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 7:29 PM UTC
Hide What's Inside
market youself; wear the clothes you want them to see you in, pierce the right places for the right look, say the things that you want them to hear hair.face.makeup.expression. let them know what to expect, yaknow, make sure they see 'you' while you dont let them see you, and struggle to be yourself while you **** yourself and you market yourself and you sell off yourself what a world i live in; it's highschool but shit's the same all the way through nobody cares about the right things they're too busy buying and selling; the human stock market i've got friends, not customers so i guess i'm broke, i might just have to go through the right pains for the right reasons cause i'm not killing myself that way i;m pain free in a society that trades with beauty as currency integrity and all the rest come as a sort of afterthought what happened to our teachers? they are locked in our schools they tell us maths, they sleep in bed at 9 o'clock at night while we crack open our bottles behind closed doors and cheer
end is especially sketchy, idea is alright
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dazed-and-confused
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 7:29 PM UTC
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