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Jul 2011
The media made who I am today.

It told me what I want to eat, 
And what I really should eat.

It told me who I should listen to, 
And who I shouldn't listen to. 

It told me who my friends should be, 
And gave me standards for people.

It told me how boyfriends should be like, 
And then what he would be like.

It told me what cool was,
And what wasn't cool.  

It told me how I want to dress, 
And how I don't want to. 

It told me what I want to be, 
And what I should be. 

It told me a personality, 
And what I shouldn't be. 

It told me how to act, 
And how not to act. 

But what's left of me? The girl screaming inside, let me out

So now, my body, left. (not the healthiest)

I dress like everyone else, ("Cool" popular brands)

I don't know who I'd be friends with. 

Heck, I don't even know me.
Stacey L
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Stacey L  23/Toronto
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