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She wears fake glasses
and her make-up like a mask
— a wall between two worlds.
One dropping girls like glass.

Unique is what they say
cutting identical paper personalities.
Folding according to the hands around,
at fault for millions of spiritual casualties.

They will pray to keep their sails
and we end up fighting the feeling
of weight that remains our anchor
to the ship nobody’s seeing…

Living a life so swayed,
throwing everything away for perfection.
Best of the best only happens
with a bit of astute defection.

Nothing is going to shift,
simply allowing treatment without change.
You must allow the actions you take
to be thoughtfully guided by rage.