Too Bad, So Sad

Ads in magazines, modles on posters and words on the page tell us how to be.

Too bad.

Try and break me down with word and comments.

So sad.

I am the keeper of my body and the holder of the key.

I am the boss of who gets to tell me what to be.

I am flawlessly flawed.

 

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