Enough
Naive innocence,
shaping daily "perfection",
slowly suffocates
individual's
ability to process
their own opinion.
Yet, some think this bliss.
Being completely devoid
of internal thought,
a beautiful shell
existing just to be filled
by false pretenses.
I say enough, enough, enough.
Our minds are our greatest tool
to begin a change
from the idealized
falsity we all strive for
to a thought filled world.
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