Glass Ceiling

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With a big smile on the face,carryng their little wrapped box in their head they approach you. Before you have time to reveal yourself they desire to zap your power and pull out the little box
Dear Me,   Listen to, the click click click of power walking up those steps. From her red high heels to her skinny jeans, she ain’t one to cower.
The scene always opens with a girl in rags On the floor Tired and overworked Exhausted and sore. The archetype who deserves so much more.
Glassed inbetween two mirrors that stare shame inside, Worlds are closing black that shuns any air fading in. Red defines beauty and guilt inside one's rusted garden. Flowers wither away among the windless souls
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