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Mirrors are only windows to self hate and depression The media only drops toxic bombs of fake perceptions of beauty Destroying any chance of originality Millions of little girl's dreams die They become more self-aware But not in relation to the world. They become self-obsessed depressed and continue to live in unrest until they are dull, gray, and grown. Their minds, a wasteland They join the rest of us. A collective group of "grown" children with crushed dreams and bruised egos Adults they like to call us.
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 8:46 PM UTC
Don't grow up. It's a trap.
Mirrors are only windows to self hate and depression The media only drops toxic bombs of fake perceptions of beauty Destroying any chance of originality Millions of little girl's dreams die They become more self-aware But not in relation to the world. They become self-obsessed depressed and continue to live in unrest until they are dull, gray, and grown. Their minds, a wasteland They join the rest of us. A collective group of "grown" children with crushed dreams and bruised egos Adults they like to call us.
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Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 8:46 PM UTC
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