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May 2015
The patient is stable,
the anesthesia is working
we don't have all day
let's get to working
I'll require a scalpel
I'll slice him open
inserting plastic here and there
trying to fix what isn't broken
insecurity got to the head
now his features will resemble a raptor that's dead,
why do we try to "fix" what isn't broken?
Its like our lives are defined by make up and Surgeries, what have we as a society been smoking?
standards can get chuffed, because as we get older we shouldn't be bound to the "beauty"industries handcuffs
NeroameeAlucard
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NeroameeAlucard  Chicago Illinois
(Chicago Illinois)   
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