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Maybe the big picture isn't as pretty when you look up close. You can see how the colors have bled, How the paint has chipped, How the colors have faded. Then, no one wants to look at the details. They just want to see the pretty. The distance-blurred scenery. The seemingly sharp lines And the seemingly vivid colors, But the harsh reality is that nothing is pretty When you look a little deeper Or search a little harder Because only then can you see How messed up everything really is.
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May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
the placebo of "picture perfect"
Maybe the big picture isn't as pretty when you look up close. You can see how the colors have bled, How the paint has chipped, How the colors have faded. Then, no one wants to look at the details. They just want to see the pretty. The distance-blurred scenery. The seemingly sharp lines And the seemingly vivid colors, But the harsh reality is that nothing is pretty When you look a little deeper Or search a little harder Because only then can you see How messed up everything really is.
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May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
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