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It's all very troubling

It feels impossible to succeed

In this world that just doesn't seem

to understand me

 

With all this hate just flowing,

It's seeping into the sea!

Surrounded by modern distractions

How can we ever just be,

I'm a slave to beauty

Constantly disappointing the standard,

See, they've played with my mind

 

Drowning in a sea of marketing teams,

Advertising french fries

In the same line

as a body made to please

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Written by
allison-knowles
Canadian
Published
Mar 4, 2014
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still working on this

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