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One must suffer for beauty But not in this self-destructive fashion Maybe after we put ourselves out there They'll worship at the pedestal Some skewed mindset of what glamour highlights Re-invent yourself Not innovate another's identity We're just templates left to be traced by another Who wants to be the photocopied poster child? She just wants out You can't blame her for exploiting herself This was after the sext messages Sent to his phone forwarded to all his friends sent to all their friends inevitably the internet Girl's got a sickness about her She wants to go viral Starving for attention Starving herself for perfection Caught somewhere between ascension of ego and descension of the soul She's lost like a lighter in a smoke circle Won't somebody spark the way?
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 12:57 AM UTC
Girl's Got A Sickness About Her
One must suffer for beauty But not in this self-destructive fashion Maybe after we put ourselves out there They'll worship at the pedestal Some skewed mindset of what glamour highlights Re-invent yourself Not innovate another's identity We're just templates left to be traced by another Who wants to be the photocopied poster child? She just wants out You can't blame her for exploiting herself This was after the sext messages Sent to his phone forwarded to all his friends sent to all their friends inevitably the internet Girl's got a sickness about her She wants to go viral Starving for attention Starving herself for perfection Caught somewhere between ascension of ego and descension of the soul She's lost like a lighter in a smoke circle Won't somebody spark the way?
I was channeling an anti-heroine ...Happy Women's Day?
kenny
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 12:57 AM UTC
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