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There's a box everyone is given From the moment somebody's born to the moment he dies In that box he is commanded to fit in It's a box with walls made of magazine photos and "self-improvement" guides
My most accurate portrayalresides at the top left corner of my screen;a face so exquisitely composed,so flawless in its feminine glory,it will never confess to being digitally perfected.
They call where I live “The Bubble” “The Happy Valley” because whatever problems we face we hide behind photo shopped pictures with filtered solutions. Anyone who breaks the mold gets broken apart,
I believe that if you work, you should do something you love. Follow your passion, take action, and elevate yourself above that everyday grind. Elevate yourself above that average state of mind.
When I look at their faces, Drenched in perfection, When I flip the pages, I look into their eyes, like they're masked in disguise, they look so ideal, This cannot be real,
You take one voice