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Peer Pressure


The media force feeds us lies that we need material things to fit in and survive, but what ever happened to personality and being yourself to thrive? It went down the drain along with being thankful and respect. The agency selects the minds of the youth and twists the truth and spins a web of lies the we need to act a certain way, dress and look a certain way, and be a certain way that is well... Fake. Now let me describe how this fake person looks they appear happy, but are always sad, they dress nice, but are never glad. To the fake a smile is a mask. Doing this daily is a task. However the fake does not care how drastic the measure as long and they fit to everyone's pleasure
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