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Wake up Get dressed Boobs out Makeup on Go out Fake smile Fake teeth Fake pictures Fake pop-stars Fake world Go home Look in the mirror
The women, who face persecution still With paychecks that won’t fill the bill What about the others The internment camp group Japanese who were captured and colored As terrorists and Worse communists
If I could change one thing I would change the locks on my sister's eyes so that she wouldn't see the air-brushed women on the cover of magazienes. I would bar her ears from the kids at school
She hated herself for what she’d become: all alone with no one to talk to. She didn’t know why no one liked her. She couldn’t understand what made her different
I watched as paul bearers wound you six feet under ground and sprinkled dirt on your pine box? Where are you going, was it by choice or by chance or did time just run out on your life’s clock?
If I could change anything huh? I always think to myself money. Money money money. We as people run off of money. It's practically our caffeine. I sit here now, writing about money because I need money.
Lack of confidence I will be my own defeat Internal battle
Bigot Closed Minded Delusional Judgemental Hatred I have been told that this would happen, but why? Other people before us has
I, an average college student, would change:
Day to day we’re always told that we need to be the utmost best we can be; to shine brighter than the last and burn with more intensity. Flames blazing and creeping up the walls. Any higher