Am I Pretty Now?


Disparge the innocent, laudable overachieve/ The real world will masticate her eventually/ Avoiding the fiasco of life will soon catch up with the doe-eyed and free-spirted/ only the good die young, my pretty/ One dubious thought, one regret/ One wrinkle upon that beautiful face appears/ What worth is your adolecence now?/ Nothing but a confidant to others, a shadow in the dark/ She is now eschew from others once like her/ Others once beautiful and harmless like she was/ "The unspoken quell!" as she called the torture, volubly/ The vicious cycle will forever be repeated/ For there is always one prettier than the next, my darling.


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