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A new species still being studied- They have a compulsive obsession with mutilating their bodies They yank out hairs in the place on their face made for expression Daily they scrape off natural hairs from their limbs And from under them, considering the act as simple hygiene practice Some will even lay in a chamber of radiation to cook skin browner And smear a smelly cream to make the skin look slimy shiny and 'sexy' They scorch their head hair to change the texture for a day And they draw on their faces with crayons made from wax and oils They prioritize displaying of the body shape over movement With their tight denim body coverings and waist clinchers They wear coverings of their feet with a stick replacing the heel To look physically attractive, despite the injuries and lesions They're expected to keep a casing over their chest tissues in public They hide their pheromones with alcohol and fake smell of plants They keep private and hidden that they perform excretory acts And they're never content with the meat casing they're trapped inside Only (almost) satisfied looking at their reflection and seeing a lie
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 7:31 PM UTC
"All natural"
A new species still being studied- They have a compulsive obsession with mutilating their bodies They yank out hairs in the place on their face made for expression Daily they scrape off natural hairs from their limbs And from under them, considering the act as simple hygiene practice Some will even lay in a chamber of radiation to cook skin browner And smear a smelly cream to make the skin look slimy shiny and 'sexy' They scorch their head hair to change the texture for a day And they draw on their faces with crayons made from wax and oils They prioritize displaying of the body shape over movement With their tight denim body coverings and waist clinchers They wear coverings of their feet with a stick replacing the heel To look physically attractive, despite the injuries and lesions They're expected to keep a casing over their chest tissues in public They hide their pheromones with alcohol and fake smell of plants They keep private and hidden that they perform excretory acts And they're never content with the meat casing they're trapped inside Only (almost) satisfied looking at their reflection and seeing a lie
Katiekatie
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21/F/American
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 7:31 PM UTC
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