We're trying to fight this disease. It's a losing battle against
ads in magazines, one sided phonies on TV screens. Thank you for
showing me that there is more to life than what we're looking at.
There is so much more than altering the outside, hiding who we
are. Smoke screen hiding lack of substance. Sop long ago we threw
rocks just to watch the glass fall. And now I've grown into a
person I don't recognize at all. We get so lost in social
standards and expectations. We find ourselves becoming things we
never wanted to be. We're looking straight ahead, ignoring what
we have. I miss the fire that once inspired me. Fill my fucking
lungs with concrete. Force-feed me unforgiving honesty. Prove to
me that I would rather breathe through broken teeth than
suffocate behind a facade
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